January 11, 2016, - 4:47 pm
Sean Penn is El Chapo’s Bitch: Spicoli Wrote WHAT?!
I think it’s absolutely hilarious that Sean Penn–while giving verbal and written oral sex to mass murderer kingpin El Chapo–led authorities to the Joaquín Guzmán, the Sinaloa cartel drug lord. But even more hilarious is some of the urinalism that Jeff Spicoli thinks is actual “reporting.” To wit, his, um, “pearls of wisdom” on urinating and farts:
I throw my satchel into the open back of one of the SUVs, and lumber over to the tree line to take a piss. D-ck in hand, I do consider it among my body parts vulnerable to the knives of irrational narco types, and take a fond last look, before tucking it back into my pants.
Wow, information the world needed and could never live without. I think I just threw up in my mouth a little.
But, wait, there’s more of this written splendor from Penn’s Rolling Stone joke of an “interview” and “story”:
Chapo puts his arm over my shoulder and renews his request that I see him in eight days. “I’ll be saying goodbye now,” he says. At this moment, I expel a minor traveler’s flatulence (sorry), and with it, I experience the same chivalry he’d offered when putting Kate to bed, as he pretends not to notice.
Wow, El Chapo pretends not to notice Spicoli’s farts. Whatta guy! I mean, no big deal that El Chapo tortured and murdered hundreds–and probably thousands–of people in the furtherance of his illegal drug empire. If he ignores farts, then he’s a humanitarian for sure. Especially has-been actor Sean Penn’s farts. That’s ex-Mr. Madonna royalty.
The rest of the interview–riddled with F-words–is mostly unreadable and utterly repulsive. But what it definitely isn’t, is journalism. Of any sort. This was positive PR puffery for a mass murderer. Sean Penn gave a written Lewinsky to an animal. He gave an unfettered, unchallenging public forum to a savage. And, make no mistake, if Hitler were alive today, Penn would deliver the same Rolling Stone BJ to him, too. And Jann Wenner, Rolling Stone’s crazy publisher, would print that and seal it with a wet kiss.
But that’s the great thing about this–the fact that Penn led authorities to capture Guzman. Penn hung out with Hugo Chavez and Ahmadinejad and the like singing the praises of these monsters. But, now, no other wanted dictator or cretinous, murderous thug will ever grant an interview to Penn again (unless they fear no capture, which, in the case of “Retreating America” is a legit feeling). They know Penn’s like a tracking device. So, hopefully, this Islamo-pandering, murderer-lovin’ crappy actor’s “career” in urinalism is over. His “coverage” of Iranian elections was a joke. He’s a joke. And, now, one would hope: the joke will end. Sadly, that’s wishful thinking.
Too many moronic wannabes who are taken seriously–like Rabbi Shmuley Boteach–have kissed the ass that sits on Sean Penn’s personal toilet bowl. Boteach invited this lowlife to his birthday party and honored him with some bogus humanitarian award. And the media still gives this guy credence he doesn’t deserve.
The only thing America and the world should ever have gotten from Sean Penn was “a cool buzz and a tasty wave.” But even on that, Spicoli never really delivered.
Thankfully though, by being El Chapo’s bitch, Sean Penn did deliver a murderer.
Where is Mr. Hand when you need him?
By the way, remember when Presidential candidate John Edwards sought Penn’s advice on his illegit baby?
How many times has Obama consulted with Spicoli?
Fast Times at Stupidity High.
Tags: El Chapo, Jann Wenner, Joaquín Guzmán, Rolling Stone, Sean Penn, Sean Penn El Chapo, Sean Penn Joaquín Guzmán, Sinaloa Cartel
Knowing Obama’s regular consulting with Hollywood airheads on serious issues of all types, I’d say that many types too many.
ConcernedPatriot on January 11, 2016 at 4:59 pm