Mel Gibson is an Asshole

Okay I admit I've enjoyed a lot of his movies, but Mel has been getting weirder and weirder as he's gotten older. You'll probably recall that accusations of anti-semitism were leveled at him when Passion of the Christ came out. Was there anything to it? Mel dismissed it as nonsense, but provided no small amount of corroborative evidence last week when he was pulled over for drunk driving and started screaming about the “fucking Jews”…

From Gibson's Anti-Semitic Tirade — Alleged Cover Up: (TMZ.com)

…Gibson then said, “I'm not going to get in your car,” and bolted to his car. The deputy quickly subdued Gibson, cuffed him and put him inside the patrol car.

TMZ has learned that Deputy Mee audiotaped the entire exchange between himself and Gibson, from the time of the traffic stop to the time Gibson was put in the patrol car, and that the tape fully corroborates the written report.

Once inside the car, a source directly connected with the case says Gibson began banging himself against the seat. The report says Gibson told the deputy, “You mother f****r. I'm going to f*** you.” The report also says “Gibson almost continually [sic] threatened me saying he 'owns Malibu' and will spend all of his money to 'get even' with me.”

The report says Gibson then launched into a barrage of anti-Semitic statements: “F*****g Jews… The Jews are responsible for all the wars in the world.” Gibson then asked the deputy, “Are you a Jew?”

The deputy became alarmed as Gibson's tirade escalated, and called ahead for a sergeant to meet them when they arrived at the station. When they arrived, a sergeant began videotaping Gibson, who noticed the camera and then said, “What the f*** do you think you're doing?”

A law enforcement source says Gibson then noticed another female sergeant and yelled, “What do you think you're looking at, sugar tits?”… (emphasis mine)

So let's see (1) resisting arrest (that's what it is called when you run from the arresting officer and have to be subdued), (2) insulting/threatening an officer of the law who probably just saved your life and somebody else's, (3) insulting the entire Jewish population of the world, (4) acting in a demeaning manner toward women, … have I left anything out? Oh yeah, how about (5) DRIVING DRUNK (87 MPH, blood alcohol level 0.12).

Dear Mr. Gibson: That flaming, smoking, stinking mass of shit floating in the toilet is your reputation, please flush at once. Don't forget to wipe. Thanks.

Okay, the news source isn't the most reputable in the world, but bear in mind that Gibson publicly apologized for his behavior on Saturday:

From Mel Gibson apologizes for drunk driving: (Reuters)

…”I acted like a person completely out of control when I was arrested, and said things that I do not believe to be true and which are despicable,” he said in a statement issued by his publicist.

Gibson, 50, was arrested in the early hours of Friday morning for speeding along the Pacific Coast Highway in Malibu, the beach town north of Los Angeles.

“I am deeply ashamed of everything I said, and I apologize to anyone who I have offended,” Gibson said.

He did not explain the offensive comments, and a spokesman for the Los Angeles County Sheriff's Department also declined to comment on Gibson's behavior when arrested…

If he doesn't believe it, I'm not sure why he said it. In my experience with drunks, being intoxicated doesn't make you say things that you don't believe, it lowers your inhibitions and makes you say things that you believe but wouldn't otherwise say. Or do things that you want to do, but normally would not. Which is to say, it impairs your better judgement, which is one reason why it's a real stupid idea to drive while drunk.

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Another Day Gone

Well I went back to the Tamminem Quarry today, and spent several hot hours hammering rocks in the sun, but I enjoyed myself.  Last night I stayed up late to finish The Book of the Dead by Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child, even though I hated practically every minute of it…

Rididulously melodramatic, this novel stars the improbable Special Agent Prendergast, as apparently do many of the novels written by Preston and Child.  It became rapidly apparent that Prendergast was essentially superhuman.  The story quickly devolved into nonsense and I began to actively loathe the whole wretched mess.  Our hero solves intractable problems, and the solutions are described in a manner which manages to hide actually what it is the hero does to prevail.  Blah.  It struck me as something I or some other teenager might write in highschool.  I mean let's face it, when you are 15 and writing about a mysterious woman what color are her eyes?  Most kids go for green or violet, the former being unusual and the latter?  I'm not even sure it's possible.

Book of the dead features no less than TWO unrelated female characters with violet eyes (give me a break.)  It's a tiny example, but you get the idea.  Aloysius Prendergast also has an arch-nemesis, Diogenes Prendergast (yes, ridiculous nomenclature is also par for the course) who happens to be his brother (of course), and insane.  Driven mad, it seems, by a circa-1900 projection device which projected pictures using glass etchings.  Yes, it is every bit as ridiculous as it sounds.

Nonetheless I slogged through it, and finally finished the bloody thing in the wee hours of the morning.  I actively dislike quitting books, even bad ones, and I do so very rarely.  It was only then reading the section at the end (an addendum by the authors describing the order their books should be read in) that I spotted something familiar.  These are the same authors who wrote “Thunderhead“, a book I tried to read during a vacation to Papoose Pond two years ago.  And what did I have to say at that time?

…Back at the camper I started reading Thunderhead by Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child. On the cover there is a review quote: Chilling… redefines 'page-turner.' — Denver Rocky Mountain News. A hundred pages in it became extremely clear that this novel was a piece of crap. Boring and utterly two-dimensional characters stumbling through a bland unidirectional and predictable plot. Couple this with poor writing and you get a book that I am not going to trouble myself with any further. Thunderhead goes back in the bag. Next time I donate books or have a yard sale, this one is gone. Redefines page-turner? I'll say, if the new definition is “painfully boring”, that is…

It struck me as funny how everything done right with dear old Gideon Oliver of the Elkins novels is done wrong with Aloysius Prendergast in the Preston/Child novels.  Gideon is likeable, decidedly smart, but very fallible, quirky, and funny… a perfect hero.  I may not be a genius, but I can identify with Oliver.  Prendergast on the other hand, is essentially an invincible comic book superhero, and one whom, by the way, the authors clearly take wayyy too seriously.  It is impossible to identify with him, because he is so patently ridiculous and improbable a creature.

I have to grant, of course, that the Preston/Child novels are definitely making best seller lists, so somebody must be enjoying them, but it sure isn't me.  Ah well, I'm a pretty odd bird myself.  Perhaps what I find irritating about Prendergast is exactly what others love about him.  Anyway, twice bitten, I've learned my lesson and will steer clear of Preston/Child books in the future.