#MeToo To Snag Cosby More Cellmates & Hellmates?

 

On 04/26/2018 a Pennsylvania jury of Bill Cosby’s peers transformed his identity… from accused comedian/actor to convicted sexual predator/rapist. If sentenced properly, he’ll likely wind up rotting away in a jail cell for the rest of his natural life. After that? How about a burn up in Hell throughout eternity scenario?

Admittedly, such an afterlife may sound excessive. Yet, doesn’t such a fate pale by comparison? Just consider how many women’s lives Cosby has irreparably devastated… how he neither feels responsible nor repentant re his deplorable conduct… how he continues to incessantly, obstinately misdirect his seething outrage and blame squarely at his victims… how (had he wound up acquitted) he’d have played a major role in perpetuating society’s disturbing, disgusting rape culture.

Until he offers up his heartfelt “I’m sorry” to each and every one of his victims, how can they ever begin to experience even the slightest semblance of closure? How can they… as well as every other decent human being (regardless of gender identity)… ever begin to shake our distinct impression that Cosby simply does not possess a heart?

Fortunately, his conviction is acting as a giant leap for womankind… a rallying cry to the #MeToo movement… is promoting opposition to misogynist society’s soft on rapists / blame the victims (instead) mindset. Women… indeed, folks of all genders… can now look forward to the day where all sexual predators will be outed, arrested and brought to trial… and… upon conviction… wind up imprisoned or institutionalized.

In other words, there’ll soon be more cellmates and hellmates within Cosby’s new circle of “friends”.

For the benefit of anyone within our global community, who may be unfamiliar with this case… for decades, Cosby’s MO was to exploit women, who, at first glance, had found good reason to admire and consider him a kindly mentor… had believed him to be as sensitive, loving and caring a man as Cliff Huxtable… his TV sitcom alter ego. Yet, nothing could’ve been further from the truth. Instead, they had been forced into becoming “contestants” on Cosby’s wicked, “reality show”… where he’d drug, molest and rape them. All of which prompts three questions:

1. How could anyone ever find sex with a comatose person to be even remotely satisfying?

2. How could Bill Cosby have so easily portrayed such an admirable, loving, caring spouse/father in TV land… yet… could not even draw upon his actor skillset to behave in a like manner in his private life?

3. RE Cosby’s attorney, who has vowed to appeal Cosby’s case… just how comfortable would he feel were he to ever, foolishly, leave his client alone with any one of his female loved ones?

Folks, had Bill Cosby been able to honestly channel his Cliff Huxtable persona, he could’ve easily, naturally and genuinely attracted any woman he desired… and… little doubt… her feelings for him would’ve been mutual.

 

 

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The Not Ready For Primetime (or any other time) Régime

The good news… TV ratings for NBC’s Saturday Night Live are up… way up. Nielson reports 10.6 million have been tuning in regularly… that figure representing an increase in viewership of 2 million.

The bad(?) news… SNL primarily owes its success to Alec Baldwin lampooning a downright failure of a man.

The worst(?) part… the butt of their jokes is paying far more attention to what’s happening within SNL’s studio 8H in Manhattan than… well… pretty much whatever else is going on in the rest of the world.

Is that totally bad?

No. Each and every time #45 is overreacting / going berserk on Twitter he’s also frittering away his four year term… meaning less time for him to FUBAR our global economy, ecology and society.

Of course, what those key problem areas do need the most is the positive, proactive attention and actions of a real leader… an empathetic, ethical, focused, genuine intellect… such as former President Barack Obama.

Of course, #45 is not such a man. NOPE, he could never live up to those presidential qualifications. Ergo, it’s just as well that he’s got his eyes glued to his TV every Saturday at 11:30 p.m.… is obsessing over and bouncing off the walls whenever SNL’s brilliant political satirists effortlessly get under his thin skin.

Yet, one cannot help but wonder…

If SNL elected to never lampoon #45 / his régime again, would that upset him even more?

It’s the B.O. Factor NOT the P.O. Factor (99 Word Blog #079)

 

Propaganda Minister Bill O’Reilly has speculated that numerous big-name entertainers have refused to perform at America’s Inauguration Day festivities because they fear they’ll P.O. their fan base.

Oh really O’Reilly???

You’re overlooking the obvious… you’re such a brainless, rightwing tool you cannot fathom how these performers are righteously indignant.

Don’t you get it Billo?

It’s the B.O. factor NOT the P.O. factor… i.e., these artists loathe the nauseating, polarizing, political stench wafting off the incoming fascist régime.

Beyond the ethics there’re aesthetic concerns, too…

Who’d want to be performing while holding their noses and/or puking upon the world stage?

 

Cindy Stowell’s Incredible Jeopardy Finale

 

The Cindy Stowell Story is heartwarming, inspiring and extraordinary. Despite the grim diagnosis of stage four cancer, she auditioned and proved herself fully qualified to appear on Jeopardy. Because she had advised the program’s accommodating staff of her medical condition, they had sped up their normal contestant selection process so she could compete sooner.

Only a few of the show’s producers and host Alex Trebek had known that the time she had left was limited.

Well… Stowell not only competed well but competed while ill.

During one taping, she had been nauseous, feverish and in need of painkillers… those meds slowing down her reaction time, which made signaling in to provide the questions to the answers an even greater challenge.

Even more miraculous, there had been a Jeopardy taping hiatus, which, purely by coincidence, had perfectly jibed with her need for hospitalization… allowing her sufficient time to regain her strength… to come back to compete again.

In the end, champion Stowell had won $103,803, which she pledged to donate to the Cancer Research Institute. As for her six game winning streak, only 38 contestants have equaled or exceeded that plateau since Jeopardy’s “five wins and out” rule ended in 2003.

Though she died on December 5th (a little more than a week before her episodes were to air on TV), thanks to the kind folks at Jeopardy, the DVD they had provided allowed her to see three of her appearances.

As for my own reactions…

If I hadn’t been aware of Stowell’s story prior to watching her compete, I’d have never guessed in a million years how seriously ill she was. As far as I’m concerned, she could’ve also won an Academy Award for acting so healthy.

Seeing her dream of appearing on Jeopardy come to fruition had to have been the thrill of her lifetime and, doubtlessly, in giving her something to live for, kept her going strong a bit longer than had she wallowed in sorrow in some hospice bed.

I only wish she could’ve gone into remission, lived a good long life and appeared on Jeopardy’s Tournament of Champions.

When TV had gone digital back in 2009 I had ceased viewing all first run programming. I only reentered TV Land this past June after my sister had provided me a digital converter she no longer needed. Admittedly, I’d been feeling mostly underwhelmed about what TV had become during my seven year absence… well… at least until I had eye witnessed Stowell’s stunning display of courage… her looking at death squarely in the eye and telling it to go to hell.

Cindy Stowell had a fighting spirit… in the game of Jeopardy… in the game of life.

Her never say die determination has been an inspiration to millions… and I count myself among them. She will live on, forever, in the memories of all who witnessed her will to live.

I only wish I could’ve thanked Ms. Stowell in person.

My heartfelt condolences go out to her surviving family and friends.

Did Gwen Ifill Die Of A Broken Heart?

American Peabody Award winning journalist, newscaster and political analyst Gwen Ifill died at age 61 on 11/14/2016… her too brief life and career cut short by Cancer. TV viewers, who frequent PBS, will forever, fondly remember and admire her for both the off and on-the-air contributions she made to society.

As an African-American woman, she had been a trailblazer for and champion of racial and gender equality. As a consummate professional, her impressive résumé included being the moderator / managing editor of Washington Week in Review and co-anchor / managing editor of the PBS News Hour. In both capacities she was and will forever be a role model and inspiration to girls and women of all ages.

Even news watchers, who habitually turn elsewhere to less reliable sources for their “information”, will still likely have strong recollections of Ifill’s topnotch work as debate moderator during the 2004 and 2008 presidential campaigns.

With an ailment as grave and unpredictable as Cancer, we can only conjecture about its ups and downs… what ushers it into remission… what triggers it to rage out of control.

But, I truly believe, with all my heart, that Ifill’s sudden and far too soon demise is attributable to the horrific outcome of last week’s presidential election… the defeat of Clinton… Hillary’s loss to a misogynist and racist… his campaign, itself, having set back, by centuries, what little progress women and racial minorities have achieved, to date. It’s a certainty that Ifill had known fully well how, once that knuckle-dragging Neanderthal takes the oath of office, he’ll promptly bomb civilized society all the way back to the Stone Age.

In short, although her death certificate lists Cancer as the official cause, Gwen Ifill actually died of a broken heart.

I’ve witnessed, first hand, this phenomenon before. Back in 2003, it involved my own 89-year-old mother, who, to say the least, had been devastated and demoralized by the outcome of the 2000 presidential election… i.e., how George W. Bush and five corrupt, archconservative, bastard SCOTUS “judges” had colluded to deny Al Gore his legal right to a recount of the ballots in Florida… how their screwing over Gore had given birth to W’s illegitimate presidency.

My Mom’s deep depression had only worsened after W, the bungling incompetent, had gotten caught with his Commander-In-Chief pants down on 9/11, AND, in the post apocalyptic aftermath, when his too little / too late preserving, protecting and defending of America caused him to overreact… to strip all Americans of their Constitutionally guaranteed freedoms.

In short, although her death certificate lists old age as the official cause, my Mom actually died of a broken heart.

Seeing how we liberals, at present, are sinking into the depths of our own post Election Day funk, we can only speculate on how much this is all shortening our own lifespans. Of course… all in all… that’s not necessarily a bad thing.

Come Inauguration Day, when that tyrant begins his reign of terror, We the People, who oppose him, can take some solace in knowing that his depressing us to death… well… this could be our early ticket out.

For us, serving in Heaven (or even winding up in oblivion) would have to be infinitely preferable to watching him ruling in the Hell of his own making… than our being forced to exist within his Hell on Earth.

We’d also be able to rejoice in knowing that, once in Heaven / oblivion, we’d never be forced to cross paths with the likes of him again.

R.I.P. Gwen Ifill… at least there can be peace for you.

99 Word Blog (#030) Aired TV vs. Cable / Dish

For the past two+ years, rival cable and dish TV providers have been relentlessly vying for my biz… trying to entice me with initially low monthly rates… which will eventually increase like metastasizing tumors.

Folks, I cannot cozy up to ponying up. I prefer “free” over the airwaves TV. True… I pay, indirectly, whenever purchasing TV sponsors’ products / services, but that’s beside the point.

My real gripe is how these abovementioned corporations are damaging the environment by snail mailing me tons of totally unwanted letters. Yes, I recycle… but once energy is wasted… there’s no getting it back.