Obama Knows Masking Is for Peasants
The virus bows to his glory
First Barack Obama told us he was throwing a huge party for his 60th birthday. Then, when everybody freaked out because we’re supposed to be scared of this week’s “variant,” Obama told us he was scaling back his birthday party. And now, as is usually the case with Obama, it turns out he lied to the world and just went ahead and did whatever he wanted to do in the first place.
A performer at former President Barack Obama’s birthday party managed to take stealth pictures of the opulent Martha’s Vineyard event and share them with Instagram followers.
Rapper Trap Beckham and manager TJ Chapman discreetly snapped pics of the event’s high-end food, drink and swag offerings…
By 1 a.m., the “scaled-down” shindig had officially petered out, as throngs of famous guests and workers clogged the roads of small-town Oak Bluffs, creating a “s–t show” of traffic congestion on the resort island, police said.
Here’s a glimpse at the festivities:
What a dork.
Now, I don’t begrudge Obama his wealth. If people want to throw their money at him, that’s fine. He’s paid what the market will bear. Okay, sure, this is the guy who once said, “I do think at a certain point you’ve made enough money”:
But clearly, Obama himself hasn’t reached that “certain point.” It’s only greed when it’s the other guy. So if he wants to throw a huge birthday bash at his huge estate with a huge group of “friends,” big deal. He can spend his massive wealth however he wants, and the more brazenly hypocritical he is, the funnier it is.
The problem is that he’s doing this while the rest of us are being told to wear masks everywhere we go, even if we’re vaccinated. We’re being threatened with yet more shutdowns, we’re being shamed if we gather in numbers, and we’re being prevented from seeing our loved ones overseas. Once again, our moral, ethical, and intellectual betters are scolding us to put aside our own desires and comfort, not to mention logic and common sense, for the “greater good.”
As the great Midnight Mitch notes:
Clay Travis @ClayTravisHere’s Obama dancing maskless with hundreds of his birthday party attendees last night. But, remember, it’s not safe for your kids to go to school without wearing masks. All of this is total and complete bullshit: https://t.co/QGxov4ZJrC
Does Barack Obama look too concerned about the “greater good” there?
I wouldn’t be surprised if Obama did all that just to give Biden some more headaches. As Kyle Smith at NRO notes, Biden gave a very lame excuse for not attending, and Obama has said some really mean things about Biden over the years. I wouldn’t want that old coot around either. Who needs an octogenarian creep wandering around groping all the women and sniffing all the little girls’ hair?
Democrats don’t need masks because they’re better than you. They can party all they want, and Fauci has nothing to say about it because they’re his comrades. But as for the rest of us:
If the Sturgis Rally wasn’t a superspreader event last year, before the vaccine, why are we supposed to assume this one will be? Fauci just loves being on camera and saying any old $#!+.
I really don’t like the Obamas, but they should be able to party however they want, with whomever they want. And so should the rest of us. If you don’t like it, go Fauci yourself.
There are few people on cable news, or anywhere else, who are more repellent than CNN’s Brian Stelter. Even if you can stand the sight and sound of him — a semi-sentient helium balloon in a suit — Stelter’s unique blend of blinkered stupidity and petulant self-righteousness sets him apart from even his own nauseatingly corrupt colleagues. That’s why nobody watches his show or buys his books. I don’t even want to imagine how he stays in Jeff Zucker’s good graces, but it certainly isn’t broadcasting excellence or mass appeal.
But at least Bri-Bri is good for a laugh! Here’s the ambulatory potato doing his very best to explain away Chris Cuomo’s astonishingly unprofessional behavior:
Meanwhile, Cuomo is taking a “long-planned vacation.” And he must’ve really earned it, because it’s been less than a month since his last vacation. I was kind of hoping he would keep going on the air every night and trying to find something, anything, to talk about other than his psychopathic brother. But this is fine too. Take all the time you need, Fredo!
Alexa, why is CNN always last in the ratings?
Brianna’s got a big ol’ “But.” Oh yeah.
Well, she’s got a point. How could any of those hundreds of thousands of illegal immigrants have COVID-19? It’s not like they’re holding a bike rally or anything.
Normally my advice is to ignore the trolls, but Mike Rowe knows what he’s doing. Calling him “anti-vax” is just stupid, and there’s a lot of stupid goin’ around lately.
Hey! Psssst! Over here. Yeah, c’mere a second. I need to tell you something, it’ll only take a sec…
I don’t idolize politicians. I never have and I never will.
This really seems to disappoint and enrage a small but vocal cohort among the handful of people who still pay attention to what I say, but that’s just how it goes. I’ve been getting the same complaints for over a decade, first from one side and then the other. The caterwauling is no more persuasive now than it was then. They’ve convinced me of nothing except that they have problems managing their anger.
They could just ignore me, but for some reason they can’t help themselves. Some people are just snowflakes.
I’d ask what the hell is going on in Portland, but unfortunately it’s nothing new:
I know I’m supposed to pick a side, but I don’t like any of these people. They have more in common with each other than with the rest of us. This isn’t about ideology. This is entertainment. They’re doing this crap because they enjoy it. They’re not warriors, they’re hobbyists.
Val, just released on Amazon Prime, is a documentary about Val Kilmer, assembled from thousands of hours of footage he shot over the years to document his life and career. Because Val’s voice has been ravaged by throat cancer, the film is largely narrated by his son Jack, reading his father’s words and sounding uncannily like him.
Kilmer and his brothers made home movies as kids, and he brought along a video camera to document his career in the early ‘80s. He was doing selfies before anybody knew what selfies were. We also catch glimpses of Kevin Bacon and Sean Penn and Tom Cruise, painfully young and a bit baffled as Kilmer films them.
We learn of Kilmer’s grief at the death of his younger brother Wesley at 15. It cast a shadow over Kilmer’s life and has informed everything he’s done. There are hints of a troubled relationship with his father, who he loved but didn’t understand.
We see post-cancer Kilmer clowning around like Harpo Marx with Tombstone fans in Texas. And then, in his own ravaged voice, he tells us how depressed he is that he has to pay his bills by reminiscing about a career that’s behind him now. But he also feels grateful for the fans who still cherish his work.
Kilmer tells us how thrilled he was as a child to visit the set of the ‘60s Batman show, which was why he accepted the role of Batman without even reading the script or knowing who the director was. Then we see his disappointment and dismay at being forced to act inside a heavy rubber suit that barely allowed him to breathe, let alone move.
We also see Kilmer’s darker side. By the mid-’90s, he had gained a reputation as mercurial and difficult and just plain weird, and we see flashes of that as he feuds with director John Frankenheimer on the set of the disastrous remake of The Island of Dr. Moreau.1
Perhaps the oddest moment, in a film about a very odd man, is a young Kilmer sitting in front of a crackling fireplace and babbling into the camera about how tough it is to be a highly paid actor, all while he chops off clumps of his long hair with a knife. I think the kids call it “strong Divorced Dad energy.”
We see Kilmer douse his unamused ex-wife with silly string as they prepare for his mother’s funeral, and we see him fake a collapse to prank his panicked son. He’s the only one who thinks it’s funny.
But we also see a man who dearly loves his children, and they love him back. A man who’s spent his entire life struggling to be understood, and who now can barely speak. It’s heartbreaking to watch him sign endless autographs at a convention (he can probably sign “You Can Be My Wingman Anytime” in his sleep), before being forced to take a break so he can vomit into a trash can.
We see him a decade ago performing his one-man Mark Twain show, which he was planning to turn into a movie before he lost his health and his voice. Based on the snippets we see of Kilmer onstage as Twain, it could’ve been a hell of a comeback.
Age and illness have brought Val Kilmer low, but he’s still a born performer and a natural clown. There are still hints of his old arrogance, but he seems humbled by his circumstances and eager to make the most of whatever time he has left.
Kilmer says he feels better than he looks and sounds these days, but you still get the sense that this is a man preparing for death. As he says at the end of the film, through the voice of his only son: “I have behaved poorly. I have behaved bravely. I have behaved bizarrely, to some. I deny none of this and have no regrets, because I’ve lost and found parts of myself that I never knew existed.” It sounds like an epitaph. I sure hope not.
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If you’ve ever wanted to watch Val Kilmer rocking Marlon Brando in a hammock like a giant baby, this is the movie for you.