Open Mouth, Insert Foot- AFLAC Voice-Over Actor (Comedian Gilbert Gottfried) Fired Over Crude Tweets About Japan

I'm not sure why people don't think before they act or speak, especially those who happen to represent the people (as in government officials) or corporations and companies (as in actors and others). Whether out of ignorance or arrogance, some go about doing supremely stupid things that could eventually get them fired, and those actions often do lead to a sacking or a forced resignation.

Actors representing certain products are associated with those products by virtue of the fact that they are seen by millions of viewers pushing that mop, or burger or insurance company, so it behooves them to make sure they behave themselves. No corporation wants any bad p.r., and whether we like it or not, actors are a dime a dozen. Remember the Geico (not the voice of the Gecko) voice-over actor Lance Baxter who was fired over an insulting phone call to the Tea Party's Freedomworks? Gone. He no longer represents Geico. No-one in this business is indispensable, not even Charlie Sheen, one of the highest paid stars on the small screen.

Now it turns out that the asinine comedian Gilbert Gottfried, who mocked the victims of the tsunami in Japan via some extremely tasteless, offensive comments on Twitter, was the voice of the duck in all those Aflac commercials. None too happy with those Tweets, he too was just fired.

“Gilbert’s recent comments about the crisis in Japan were lacking in humor and certainly do not represent the thoughts and feelings of anyone at Aflac,” Aflac Senior Vice President and Chief Marketing Officer Michael Zuna said in a statement Monday, reports TMZ. “There is no place for anything but compassion and concern during these difficult times.”

Apparently he still hasn't apologized for some truly vulgar, so-called jokes. Buzzfeed listed 10 of the worst ones on their website, none of which were funny in any way.

But he's not the only one who joked about Japan, there have been others , and even Joan Rivers defended Gottfried. Then we have people like Glenn Beck who piped in claiming it was a message from God, and a writer for "Family Guy" who insinuated it was payback for Pearl Harbor. Natural disasters are not the time to start moralizing about why it happened, because it could easily happen here, once again.

We need to be supportive not judgmental or critical. We are better than that.

Rapper 50 Cent and Comedian Gilbert Gottfried Mock The Japanese Tsunami/Earthquake Victims On Twitter

There are a plethora of ignorant people in this world who rear their ugly heads during tragic times. One can understand (though not condone) hateful and stupid behaviour from the likes of a young person, but it is inexcusable from an adult. In light of the horrifying triple blow that the Japanese people have been dealt, there are idiots out there who have absolutely no clue, let alone a heart. Take 50 Cent and Gilbert Gottfried, a rapper and a comedian, who with an incredible lack of sensitivity Tweeted the following callous remarks, for the whole world to witness.

"Look this is very serious people I had to evacuate all my hoe’s from LA, Hawaii and Japan. I had to do it. Lol." 50 Cent Tweeted.

Obviously aware of his idiocy, he then Tweeted a while later:

“Nah this is nuts but what can anyone do about it. Let’s pray for anyone who has lost someone.”

In response to criticism the rapper then said:

“Some of my tweets are ignorant I do it for shock value. Hate it or love it. I’m cool either way 50cent.”

Not cool, when the conservative death toll estimate is $10,000.00 people, with thousands missing, and thousands more homeless without food, water, shelter or electricity.

Gilbert Gottfried, a comedian Tweeted the supremely tasteless and unfunny:

"Japan is really advanced. They don't go to the beach. The beach comes to them."

Following that with equally crass:

"I just split up with my girlfriend, but like the Japanese say, 'They'll by another one floating by any minute now."

Mocking or making fun of others is a very unkind thing to do, but when it deals with such a monumental tragedy, and one that has yet to end, there is karma for that.

And Then There Were 14- Mother Of Octuplets Has 6 More At Home!

No wonder the California mother of octuplets refuses to reveal her identity, and any other information surrounding the multiple births. All that hoopla about 8 miracle babies has suddenly turned into a moral and ethical question of personal responsibility, or lack thereof. Why?

1. It turns out the thirty-something year-old mother is possibly single, living with her parents in a 3 bedroom house. There has been no mention of a father.

2. The grandmother, Angela Victoria Suleman, filed for bankruptcy last year. The grandfather, who is said to be an Iraqi national,(though that's not confirmed) is returning to Iraq as a contractor to help support the horde.

3. And the kicker? She also happens to have 6 other kids! 7, 6, 5, 3 and 2 year-old twins. (The woman has been busy!)

4. She underwent in vitro fertilization (IVF), and it's highly likely the twins were a result of fertility treatments, as well.

The whole ultra-bizarre situation begs for answers, which won't be forthcoming any time soon, as the family is asking for privacy.

But:

1. Where is the father?

2. Why is a young mother of 6 toddlers getting in vitro fertilization?

3. How could the fertility doctor, in all good conscience, even allow this young woman to undergo treatment in the first place; and why did they implant so many embryos when it's a danger to both mother and babies?

4. Who is going to take care of all those kids, and how are they going to support them? Taxpayers' money? The kindness of strangers? It's going to cost millions just for the bare necessities for the 8, let alone the 6 others. And the birthing and extended hospital stay (for the octuplets) is going to cost well over $1,000,000.00.

5. Are they going to cram all those 14 kids into 1 bedroom? The grandfather claims they have another large house somewhere (that he refuses to disclose), but is that true? And if not how are they going to manage? Aren't there legal issues regarding how many people can live under one roof?

6. How is she going to nurture, love and give enough attention to all 14?

7. What is wrong with this woman's parents?

8. What is wrong with her?

Frankly, I find the whole situation rather obscene.

UPDATE 1/31/09

This story gets more bizarre by the day. According to her mother Angela, Nadya Suleman (we finally have a first name), has been obsessed with having babies since she was a teen, and ALL 14 children were through in vitro! She is definitely not married, and has a degree in child and adolescent development. She is studying for master's degree in counseling. She also apparently had some psychological counseling of her own to deal with her obsession, which obviously did no good.

This young woman has major problems and has been failed by her parents, the psychologist, and the fertility doctors. Someone should have said NO, at some point. I feel sorry for those poor children!

Does Your Little Susie Really Need A Doll That Poops?

What happened to the simple things in life? I remember when I was growing up our toys consisted of plain old dolls, teddy bears, Legos and trucks. If you were a lucky boy, you might get a train set. A girl might get a fancy Barbie Doll, with all the requisite accoutrements. Now, kids demand (and get) X-Boxes, and dolls like Baby Alive, a supremely creepy doll that actually 'poops' and 'pees'. Manufactured by Hasbro back in 1973, they've brought the Baby Alive doll back, and it's supposedly more "life-like" than ever. You feed the doll a disgusting green concoction and it eventually comes out the other side. The same goes for drink. This incarnation of Baby Alive also talks, and says things like "Uh, oh, I made a stinky."

Apparently appealing to both girls and boys, it's the latest rage and stores are having a difficult time keeping it on their shelves, so the $39.99- $59.99 doll can cost as much as $109.00 on Amazon.com, for the African-American or Hispanic versions.

Why does a young child need to learn how to change a diaper? And whatever happened to make-believe? If we leave nothing to our children's imaginations, what happens to their imaginations? I also have to wonder if all these life-like baby dolls don't somehow contribute to our children having babies at early ages. If they are being given more life-like toys, won't they actually keep yearning for the real thing?

I don't have kids, but I can't help think this is so totally wrong.

Dolls that pee and poop? What next?!

Joke of the day: Who's behind that burqa?

Who knows if this is staged or for real, but.... what can one say. I suppose they still have to worry about red-eye.

Roachies Don't Discriminate

Some of you might remember the battle I had with a roach in one of the actor apartments, last year. That particular housing is located in a semi-questionable section of downtown, and although there is some gentrification going on in the area, with upscale condos next door and across the street, there are still plenty of crack houses around, and the actor apartments, although comfortable, are in need of a major facelift. The apartments are ground level and it's not surprising roaches roam the streets and easily find their way indoors.


So, when I arrived here at my very upscale, beachside 7th floor condo, I breathed a sigh of relief. Roaches and wealth don't mix; surely a building with a concierge and a guard gate would never allow for those nasty creatures of the night. Or so I thought. So, yesterday evening, I'm sitting in the living room working on my lines when I see this dark spot on the white marble floors. Curious, I get up and there, to my horror, is a roach (or palmetto bug, I still can't distinguish the 2) on its back, its legs wiggling wildly. I had left my flyswatter and bug spray at home, so I panicked, momentarily, trying to decide how to do away with this unwanted intruder. All I had was hairspray, and I know that if it's strong enough, it will freeze the insect in place eventually killing it. So I ran to my room, grabbed the bottle and gave the bug a spritz, which just made it turn right side up and start crawling. I wound up spraying about a quarter of the bottle and sprinkled a little ajax on it, which finally did the trick. A little cruel and unusual punishment, but I just couldn't face smashing it with a shoe on the beautiful white tile floor.


It's still sitting there, unceremoniously, until I figure out how I want to dispose of it, as I can't seem to find a dustpan anywhere.


Guess roachies don't discriminate.

Liberal Idiocy- Sheryl Crow and her 1 "square" per

Sheryl Crow is the talk of the radio talk shows with her oh-so innovative ways to help curb the impending global warming crisis. Sheryl and Laurie David (whoever the heck she is) are on a 2 week "global warming college tour", scaring the doodoo out of impressionable young minds, and blogging their way across America in their bio-diesel bus. In her own words:

"I have spent the better part of this tour trying to come up with easy ways for us all to become a part of the solution to global warming. Although my ideas are in the earliest stages of development, they are, in my mind, worth investigating. One of my favorites is in the area of conserving trees which we heavily rely on for oxygen. I propose a limitation be put on how many sqares {sic} of toilet paper can be used in any one sitting. Now, I don't want to rob any law-abiding American of his or her God-given rights, but I think we are an industrious enough people that we can make it work with only one square per restroom visit, except, of course, on those pesky occasions where 2 to 3 could be required. "

Yup, that's right. 1 piece 'o "t.p." per person, except for those special "pesky" occasions. One square, that's about the size of the palm of my hand. I don't even want to think about the health implications of one square. I'm taking rubber gloves when I go to public restrooms!

She does now, however, claim it was all a joke. Uhuh! That's what Keith Richards said about snorting his Dad, several days after people balked at that comment! Who knows what she was snorting when she wrote that, but I have a nasty suspicion she more than likely meant what she said. Which just re-affirms how loony the left can be. Her brother ( whose judgement she trusts completely) took it one step further by saying: "how bout just washing the one square out." If anyone was joking it was him. At least I hope to God, he was, because that's certifiable.

Not only is she loony, she (like many libs) is a major hypocrite. Even though she's riding a diesel bus for this particular tour, her normal tour transportation consists of 3 tractor trailers, 4 buses and 6 cars! This is the problem with most of these celebs who cry "global warming", they say one thing and do another. And although many of them drive energy efficient cars at home, they have no qualms about flying their private jets around the world, including John Travolta (who has 5 planes), Julia Roberts, George Clooney, Brad Pitt and many others. One trip abroad uses the same amount of fuel that you'd need to run a Hummer for a year. I won't even get into Al Gore's use of more than 20 times the amount of electricity that the average citizen uses in a year.

So that's the poop on Crow. For another interesting earth-saving idea check out her blog. She has a great design idea for detachable "dining" sleeves, to save on paper napkins!

P.S. I googled Laurie David... as many of you probably already know, she's Queen of the Global Warming activists and producer of Gore's "AN INCONVENIENT TRUTH". Who knew.

P.P.S. My Dad says we should grow more corn, use the kernels for ethanol gas and the cobs for... well, you know....., but, I think I'll pass. I'm grabbing my Charmin and using however many squares I darn well choose, thank you very much.

Keith Richards snorts Dad's ashes...or snot?!

Keith Richards (of 'The Rolling Stones' fame) snorted his dad Bert's ashes, along with some cocaine. At least that's what he initially told an NME Magazine reporter when asked what was the worst time he'd had on drugs:

" worst time I've had on drugs was... When someone put strychnine in my dope "It was in Switzerland. I was totally comatose, but I was totally awake, I could listen to everyone, and they were like, 'He's dead, he's dead!' waving their fingers and pushing me about, and I was thinking, 'I'm not dead!'. So that's sort of the worst one. But I got out of that, I mean otherwise I wouldn't be talking to you. But yeah, bad shit is bad shit. The strangest thing I've tried to snort? My father. I snorted my father. He was cremated and I couldn't resist grinding him up with a little bit of blow. My dad wouldn't have cared ... It went down pretty well, and I'm still alive."

Of course, he now denies it, saying it was just a joke and he was merely trying to indicate how "tight" he and Bert were, but truth or not: major Ick!! What would possess someone to do that? I understand feeling close, I adore my dad, but ewwwwwww. It's a little akin to cannibalism, and maybe that's why he decided to fess up and clarify. But even if it was a joke, it's creepily NOT funny.

And doesn't he look much older than his 63 years? Maybe the ashes didn't kill him, but along with the blow, looks like they added a few cracks and crevices to his face.

The roach that refused to die!

In the 4 weeks, or so, that I've been in my temporary home, I've only found a few dead roaches here and there (like my 2 friends above), and they looked as if they'd been around for a lot longer than I have, so I never actually bothered to put out the baits I purchased when I first arrived........... until last night's encounter!

During a commercial break for "24", I went to my tiny kitchen to get some water and there, in full light, brazenly perched on the wall behind the sink, was a 1- 1/2 inch cockroach in all its hideous brownness. Very much alive. Feelers (as long as its body) swaying to and fro. I froze, momentarily, in panic trying to figure out the best way to get rid of him. I didn't want to spray a can of pesticide all over my kitchen, and believe me it usually takes about a can before these things actually roll over and die. Been there, done that. I knew there was a reason I had wanted to bring a fly swatter, but had forgotten it at home. Didn't want to use a shoe: too messy. But then, I remembered I had some newspapers I hadn't recycled yet (thank God for procrastination!), so, I grabbed a section, ran back to the kitchen, carefully took aim and gave it a huge wallop, hoping that would be the end of it, but it catapulted into the sink and started crawling around. I don't even remember how many times I clobbered it, but the dang thing just kept picking itself up, trying to escape. So, I turned on the hot water hoping it would drown, but it just started swimming. I kept swatting at it in the water, but the roach defiantly refused to die. By now the paper was totally soaked, so I finally decided to smash it with my hand, on top of the paper needless to say. Even then, I had to do that about 3 times before it actually kicked the bucket.

I can't believe how long it took to kill that thing, and I almost feel sorry for it. The roachie really did put up a valiant fight. But, I refuse to feel guilty, after all, I did NOT invite it into my apartment.

I now have all 8 baits strategically placed. Most in my tiny kitchen. Overkill? Nah! I just don't fancy another encounter of the roach kind.