By Debbie Schlussel
**** UPDATE: Review of “The Great Buck Howard” Posted Below–SCROLL DOWN ****
There is one excellent movie, this weekend, and it happens to include my friend from high school in a minor co-starring role. The rest of the selections range from not bad to funny but vile/disgusting. There was no advanced screening for “The Great Buck Howard,” so I will see it and add a review here, later today.

* “Duplicity“: Since I loathe Julia Roberts, I expected to hate this movie. But I was surprised. It was excellent and enjoyable from beginning to end. And not because my friend since high school, actor Rick Worthy (his real name from the days at Southfield High is Rick Titsworth, but he changed it for obvious reasons), is in it (he’s the tall Black bald guy with the mustache–super nice guy and so down to earth).

My Pal From High School, Actor Rick Worthy, Co-Stars in “Duplicity”
This movie is everything a movie is supposed to be. It’s fun, light, very suspenseful, and humorous. And it’s clever. Roberts and Clive Owen play, respectively, former CIA and MI6 agents who were lovers in the past. They are now partners in crime in corporate espionage. She’s involved in corporate security at a large pharmaceutical company. And he is working for a counterespionage outfit hired by a rival pharmaceutical company to spy on her company. She is secretly a double agent for the counterespionage outfit, and together they work to con the company out of a new product worth gazillions.
There are a lot of flashbacks in this movie, which are slightly annoying, but it would be hard to tell the story in a continuous timeline, without giving almost everything away.
This is one of those great caper movies you’ll probably see on TV endlessly, once it’s out of theater circulation. But you’ll be happy you saw it in the theaters. Don’t let the presence of the repugnant Julia Roberts scare you away from this. The best actor in this movie, though, is the always excellent Paul Giamatti as the pompous, insecure CEO of a rival pharmaceutical company.
Has some mild sex scenes and content, so not really for kids, and the plot is too sophisticated for them, anyway.
THREE-AND-A-HALF REAGANS

* “Knowing“: Although the last fifth of this movie was kind of a mess and slightly rambling, I liked it. Nicholas Cage stars in his fifth thriller involving coded messages and numbers in this doomsday movie. But he’s convincing as usual in his sense of urgency.
A young girl at a school in 1959 suggests that she and her classmates draw pictures of what they see for the future, to be deposited in a time capsule, which will be opened on the school’s 50th anniversary. The girl is suddenly possessed by voices, which force her to write a series of numbers. On the 50th anniversary, the capsule is opened and Nicholas Cage’s young son gets the list of numbers.
Soon, Cage, a physicist who has done studies on flaring stars, discovers that the numbers correspond with the dates and numbers of human casualties for each disaster since 1959 . . . and future disasters. He reunites with the daughter of the girl from 1959 to find out what is happening and why strange men are haunting his family.
I don’t want to say much more, as it will give away the movie, but I will note that there is a Noah’s Ark-esque ending and message, which I liked.
As I noted, this movie ends kind of messily, but it begins with a bang and keeps you hooked until the mess begins. Not bad, but could have been tightened up. Fine for kids, though might be slightly scary for them.
TWO-AND-A-HALF REAGANS


* “I Love You, Man“: While I’m embarrassed to say I laughed effusivley a few times during this flick, it was mostly vile and disgusting. Lots of bathroom humor–farts, vomiting, dog defecating jokes–and lots of pretty explicit, gross sexual humor. Um, I didn’t need to know about a guy’s masturbation station. TMI. And I don’t exactly enjoy “bro-mance” movies that are basically gay, as this movie is. Nor did I need to see two guys French kiss. Didn’t we already have this in “Milk,” just a few months ago?
The people who made this movie were more interested in pushing the envelope than anything else. And the story is stupid.
The best parts of this movie are the presence of Lou Ferrigno and the band, “Rush.” And that’s not saying much.
The “plot”: A L.A.-area real estate agent (Paul Rudd) with no guy friends but many female ones is engaged to be married (to Rashida Jones). He goes out on “man-dates” to meet male friends in search of one to become his best man at his wedding. Rudd eventually meets Jason Segel (who famously showed us his penis onscreen repeatedly in his last big box office release, “Forgetting Sarah Marshall”), a free-spirited slacker former child star who free-loads at real estate open house buffets, hangs out in his man cave, and refuses to scoop after his dog poops.
Rudd meets him at the open house he is holding at Lou Ferrigno’s mansion, which he’s trying to sell. They start hanging out, and eventually their relationship supercedes Rudd’s relationship with his soon-to-be bride, causing tension.
The funniest parts are the jokes about Lou Ferrigno and the Hulk and a guy throwing up on another guy after a beer drinking contest. And that should tell you something. This movie is just average. The jokes are raunchy and cheap. And the humor wrapped in mostly vile and disgusting dialogue simply isn’t worth it.
Lines like,

He’s forty pounds overweight, with a Jew-fro and a small d–k,

populate this trash. And that’s the tame stuff.
This movie was clearly made for the twenty-something oversexed frat boy crowd whose diet includes too much Jon Stewart and little of substance or worth. For the rest of us–i.e., civilization–it’s not for you. And definitely not for kids or even “mature” teens.
I Hated This, Man.
TWO-AND-A-HALF MARXES

* “Sunshine Cleaning“: I had mixed feelings about this movie because it basically promotes single motherhood, giving us the message that “it all works out in the end,” which as we know ain’t the truth. Plus, it was kind of a grotesque version of a “sister doing it for herself” chick flick.
Amy Adams plays a single mother, who is stuck cleaning houses for a living. She’s still sleeping with the married father of her kid, a police detective who was her high school quarterback boyfriend. While he has excelled in life, she’s faltered and is stuck in a rut. And she has a loser sister, who is always late to work and gets fired for insolence. Then, there’s her eccentric father (Alan Arkin) who is also hard up for money and always making bad business decisions, while looking for the “big” deal.
Adams’ “gifted” (really, perverted and impolite) son is kicked out of school, and she needs to make more money to put him in private school. Plus, she is embarrassed when she ends up cleaning the home of a former high school classmate, who is relatively well-off.
Adams learns about the world of “biohazard removal”–basically cleaning up after dead and/or murdered people at crime scenes and starts her own business with her sister. The money starts to roll in.
But as in every movie with a story, it doesn’t stay that way. Oh, and don’t forget the girl who thinks her sister is a lesbian and comes on to her.
Not my cup of tea, but mildly entertaining. Not enough, though, for your ten bucks.
ONE MARX

* “The Great Buck Howard“: I’m a fan of John Malkovich’s acting, and that’s why I thought I’d like this story of a has-been mentalist who is trying to get back on “The Tonight Show,” and keep people coming to his touring shows. His character is based on “The Amazing Kreskin.” The movie is the story of his young assistant (Colin Hanks, who is briefly joined in the movie by Tom Hanks who plays a novel role: his dad), a guy who drops out of law school to find himself as a writer and took the job as Buck Howard’s road manager to bide his time.
Malkovich is his usual talented self, though his ambiguously gay, aging performer shtick seems like I’ve been there, seen that before. And I have, when he played an aging gay man who impersonates Stanley Kubrick in “Color Me Kubrick.” And there wasn’t that much new here. Still, it’s entertaining, if slow and pointless, and it’s funny.
ONE-AND-A-HALF REAGANS

By Debbie Schlussel
If you were an attorney general and then a governor–who moralized against everyone else, tried to destroy companies, and then got caught being, well, not so moral–you’d think you’d have some shame and disappear from public life or comment.
But not Client 9. Remember him?
That’s right. Eliot Spitzer–the man who helped put AIG in the place where it is today, through huge government interference in the wrong ways–is weighing in.
Yup, him again. He’s BAAAAAACK.

No Shame: Client Nine, Eliot Spitzer, Weighs in on AIG
Talk about chutzpah. That’s an area of the peanut gallery we really don’t need to hear from . . . unless he’s providing similarly lecherous men tips on the best call girl outfits.
In these hard economic times, he apparently mistakes what it means to be an advocate for “working” women.
This guy repeatedly sought the headlines for harassing these companies that are now in deep trouble. Yet, he didn’t catch or stop any of the problems that were festering. He made them fester and, in many cases helped create them.
Make no mistake: Eliot Spitzer’s advice is not part of the solution. It was part of the problem.

By Debbie Schlussel
Actually, I didn’t think that. I know for a fact that smuggling of Muslims–including Islamic terrorists–goes on plenty at the Southern border. Investigative journalist Todd Bensman has written a lot about it. And there have been plenty of other stories.
But they want us to think that there’s no danger of Arab Muslims with bad intentions coming over from Mexico, so they try to hush stories like this. And they’re successful. Did you hear about this story before reading it here?:

McALLEN, TX — A Sullivan City man accused of smuggling three Iraqis into the United States is set to appear for a detention hearing tomorrow.
Prosecutors allege 28-year-old Juan De Dios Martinez Vela sneaked the men across the Rio Grande as part of a smuggling network with links to the Middle East.

Thanks, America, For For Opening Your Southern Border

U.S. Border Patrol agents discovered the men inside Martinez’s pickup truck when he was stopped March 12 north of Los Ebanos in Hidalgo County. . . .
According to the criminal complaint filed in the case, the men told agents that they had each paid $20,000 to an Iraqi smuggler to coordinate their trip to the United States.
The men remained in the custody of the U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement.

More:

Federal court documents show that Border Patrol arrested Juan de Dios Martinez-Vela during a March 12 incident in the Hidalgo County community of Los Ebanos.
A criminal complaint shows that a Border Patrol agent saw several subjects crossing the Rio Grande and getting into a vehicle.
Another Border Patrol agent posted off Military and El Faro Roads stopped a pick up truck carrying three passengers in the back.
The driver was a identified as Martinez-Vela, a 28-year-old American citizen.
The passengers did not speak English or Spanish and were later identified as:
* Wshyar Mohammed-Salih
* Majeed Aziz-Beirut
* Awat Mahmood-Qadir
Border Patrol agents learned all three men were from Iraq and had paid $20,000 to be smuggled into the United States.
The three Iraqi men told Border Patrol agents that they made their smuggling arrangements in Iraq with a man in Iraq, who works for a smuggler named “Murat”. [DS: An obviously Arabic name.]
Court records do not indicate if Martinez-Vela works for or with “Murat” but show Martinez-Vela faces human smuggling charges. . . .
Court records do not show why the Iraqi immigrants crossed illegally into the United States but many other immigrants from Iraq and Lebanon caught in the Rio Grande Valley have claimed to be Christians or war refugees seeking asylum.

Yes, and they’re often lying. And, as I’ve repeatedly noted on this site, we have no way to determine who they really are and what their religion is, nor do we make an effort.
But look at the names. Mohammed-Salih and Mahmood-Qadir are Islamic surnames. Period.
Read the federal criminal complaint against Juan De Dios Martinez Vela.

By Debbie Schlussel
As I read this piece on Nancy Gansky and her gauche closet, I thought to myself, I’ll bet she’s a liberal. You know–the same liberals who are always wailing about the “excesses” of the Reagan years and the 1980s. You know–the same limo libs, voted for Mr. “Spread the Wealth.” Send your hard-earned tax dollars to the poor and spend her hubby’s money (she doesn’t work) on a new house . . . for her shoes.
Whaddya think? Was I right about her political affiliation? (Hint: The answer is at the bottom of this entry.)

The fabulosity in Nancy Gansky’s 300-square-foot closet is in its precision.
Hanging rods in the honey-wood and translucent-glass cabinets are 55 inches from the floor — that means the entire wardrobe of the 5-foot-1-inch stay-at-home mom is at eye level. It also means Gansky doesn’t have to stand on her tiptoes to stack sunkist-orange Hermes boxes or steal glances at the captain-of-the-cheerleaders trophy she earned at Merion Mercy Academy.

Hypocrite: Nacy Calabrese Gansky Inside Her Closet

“My closet houses things that are precious to me,” said Gansky, 43. “It was designed by me and for me … for my lifestyle. For the way I live.”
Three gleaming expandable valet bars are attached to the cabinets in the far side of the room; they mark Gansky’s packing station. There, a swiveling chocolate-brown ottoman sits beneath a sparkling chandelier.
This is the spot where Gansky determines how her Tory Burch cardigans look with her AG (Adriano Goldschmied) corduroys.
It took Gansky more than a year to get the cream-colored closet of her Ft. Washington, Pa., home just right. At first, the area was earmarked for a smaller closet for her husband, David. But when Gansky saw the 18-foot ceilings, she seized it. It could be entered from her bedroom or her 150-square-foot sitting room, complete with fireplace, flat-screen television and desk.
The area is Y-shaped. At the top of the Y, there are two walls of built-in shelves on either side of the aisle. One is filled with shoes; the other, with pocketbooks. Each wall is separated into smaller shelves and cubbyholes. The Jimmy Choos, Ferragamos, Manolo Blahniks, and Hermes Birkin bags live here. . . .
The center of the closet is dedicated to Gansky’s workout and casual clothing, as well as a 16-drawer dresser that holds accessories, delicates and unmentionables. . . .
The tail of the Y is dedicated to designer jeans and pants. Cocktail dresses hang in cabinets that are 70 inches from the floor — after all, Badgley Mischka gowns can be long. . . .
“When people see my closet, they usually say, ‘This is your closet? It’s the size of a bedroom,’ ” Gansky said. “But I’ve always loved fashion. And this space is important to me. It’s my haven.” . . .
“There is a little bag my aunt gave me. It’s small and brown with solid black stitching with my initials, N.C. (Her maiden name is Calabrese.) And there is also my First Communion dress. . . .
Any closet regrets?
“I wish I had a big, beautiful stained-glass window in here. But I was worried that the light would damage my clothes. Still, I wish I had one built in.”

After reading this, you probably don’t need my help in establishing this woman’s political affiliation, but in case you do.
Guess to whose campaign Ms. Thang donated?
And then there’s this:

Also in the picture mix are Gansky with Pennsylvania Gov. Ed Rendell.

Yup. Hypocrite, with a capital “H.”

By Debbie Schlussel
If you wonder why mortgage fraud is rampant, it’s because it’s easy. And because people who commit it get away with it and get little penalty when they are caught.
Take Ali Haidous.
The Dearbornistan Shi’ite Muslim got only a year in prison even though he fradulently appraised at least 16 properties in a multi-million dollar mortgage fraud scam, which he committed with several other Shi’ite Muslims who are all supporters of Hezbollah.
I wrote about this case, last year, and noted that one of Haidous’ co-defendants and partner’s in crime, Hussein Aoun, is a fugitive in Lebanon, where the feds let him flee.

Muslim Mortgage Fraud: Thanks, America, For Helping Me
Finance Hezbollah & Get Less Than a Year For it
Of note is that Haidous’ relative, Nadya Haidous, was and likely still is an employee at the pan-terrorist Muslim welfare agency, ACCESS–the Arab Community Center for Economic and Social Services, where she assisted an Al-Qaeda terrorist cell members in getting tax-funded training for commercial driver’s licenses and hazmat hauling certificates.

A 25-year-old Dearborn real estate appraiser was sentenced to a year in prison Tuesday in connection with his role in a multimillion-dollar mortgage fraud scheme.
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Ali Haidous admitted to inflating appraisals in a scheme involving 16 properties in Detroit, Dearborn and Dearborn Heights. Mortgages totaling $1.9 million were issued on the properties between 2005 and 2008. He pleaded guilty Oct. 25 in U.S. District Court in Detroit to conspiracy to commit bank fraud.
Haidous prepared the appraisals for codefendant Hassan Nagi, 30, a mortgage broker from Dearborn Heights, who used the fraudulent appraisals to submit false applications to obtain the mortgages for straw buyers. Nagi pleaded guilty Dec. 15 to conspiracy to commit bank fraud and will be sentenced April 16.
“Mortgage fraud is touching the lives of far too many Americans,” U.S. Attorney Terrence Berg said Tuesday.

Really, Terry? Then, why did you only seek one year for this major scammer? With time off for good behavior Haidous will be out of prison and back to his old Muslim tactics in a few months.
So, where did Haidous send the money? How much went to Hezbollah?
**** UPDATE: Read the Ali Haidous indictment and tell me if you think he deserves to spend only a few months in the federal pen.

By Debbie Schlussel
**** SCROLL DOWN FOR UPDATE ****
You’d think that in this bad economy in which people are cutting down on spending–particularly for new clothes–that Macy’s wouldn’t take steps to offend the few customers it has left. But you would be wrong.
Some gay clothing display creator (the people who do this are like male flight attendants–they’re all gay) at Macy’s got the smart alecky idea to put on a free speech and peace t-shirt display complete with white/black and red/black keffiyehs–the official garb of the Nick Berg video. (I guess he forgot how the people of the keffiyeh treat gays.) A friend of mine took these photos at Macy’s Novi, Michigan (metro Detroit area) store, last week.
I’ll know that Macy’s really believes in free speech and peace, as the t-shirts indicate, when the gay clothing display creator shows free speech and peace t-shirts in a display with mohammed cartoon t-shirts and t-shirts remembering 9/11, etc. Don’t hold your breath for that kind of display to ever happen at Macy’s or anywhere else. Unlike us, the Muslims aren’t sheep. They whine, bitch, and cajole, and everyone folds to their demands.

**** UPDATE: A friend writes:

Actually, they store is presenting the other side. Did you notice that the dummies were headless?

Good point. And they’re dummies.

By Debbie Schlussel
You’d be surprised how many people e-mail me asking for advice–advice on their marriage, their boyfriend, girlfriend, kids, what have you. Usually I decline, saying that this is not my area of expertise and unlike “Dr.” Phil, Oprah, and the rest of the hacks in our pop culture, I’m not going to pretend I know how they should run their lives, unless they are public figures who make their lives our business or what they are doing has bad effects on our society, like Islam, baby daddies/mamas, and taking your young kids to see “Friday the 13th.”
But in this case, I just couldn’t resist responding because the real problem seemed obvious to me. I initially thought this was a set-up by some lefty or Muslim, trying to get me to say something they could use against me. But after looking into the sender, I actually think it’s legit. And I’m surprised. I think it says something about the state of parenting in America today. If I wanted to disobey my parents, my dad would tell me that it’s his house, his money, and if I didn’t like it and didn’t obey, I could go live somewhere else and that he was gonna cut off all funding of everything but food, hygiene, and school supplies. Or he told me he’d ground me.

But parents, today, just don’t have the guts to do that. It’s hard work and it’s mean, and some people just want to be liked, not respected. In many cases, today’s parents just wanna be friends with their kids. And that’s why we have a lot of the problems we have.
From a reader:

Hi Debbie!
I’m not sure if you’ll have time to read and respond to this, I know you’re very busy (Keep up the great work!), but I have a small problem I’d love for you to weigh in on. Recently a family moved in next door to me and I think they might be Arabs. I was prepared to ignore them, but recently my eleven-year-old son has started to spend time with their daughter. I have told him to stay away from her and he won’t listen.
My wife and I have been trying to think of a way to tell this family that they don’t belong in the neighborhood and that they should live somewhere else with their own people. We can’t think of a way that will not get them angry or violent. Since I’ve admired your no-nonsense approach to the whole Arabs in America problem, I was hoping you could give me a better idea of how their minds work, and how I could get rid of them so they don’t corrupt my boy.
Thank you and God bless

My response:

You can’t, won’t, and refuse to discipline your 11-year-old son, who won’t obey his parents?! That’s the real problem. If you can’t put your foot down with your own kid, your neighbors are not the problem, you are. You are putting a roof over his head, feeding and clothing him, and probably driving him to school. Yet, you can’t get him to listen to you? Again, this is the problem.
You wanted my no-nonsense approach. You got it. Put your foot down.
Also, just b/c they are Arabs doesn’t mean they are bad. Muslims are bad. They may be Christian and not Muslim.
None of that matters, though, if you won’t exercise your parental authority over your own kid.

So, was I too tough? Perhaps not tough enough.

By Debbie Schlussel
**** Update/FLASHBACK: Read my work on how Vanessa Redgrave posted bail for an Al-Qaeda terrorist, whose family founded the Muslim Brotherhood terrorist group, posted bail for two Gitmo terrorists, and read Gitmo detainees’ poems at a performance. **** SCROLL DOWN FOR MORE UPDATES ****
Today, on ABC’s ignoramus hag-fest, “The View,” the ugly chicks discussed the brain-dead status of actress Natasha Richardson. While I don’t wish that on anyone, these ignorant dogs went overboard. Joy Behar said, “The Redgraves are such good people. They never bothered anyone. They just mind their own business.”
Oh, really? Perhaps, this aging dumbass forgot the 1977 Academy Awards acceptance speech by Richardson’s mother, Vanessa Redgrave, about “Zionist hoodlums.” My favorite part of this video is writer (and World War II Purple Heart awardee) Paddy Chayefsky’s total smackdown of Ms. Redgrave–who didn’t ever mind her own business and actually made a career of supporting the P.L.O., Al-Qaeda, and all variety of Islamic terrorists against Israel and America. Chayefsky’s message was sadly lost on future Oscar winners, and it needs to be required viewing for all of them. It’s a must watch:

Listen to the applause Chayefsky got from the Hollywood audience and the boos that Nazi-ette Brit Redgrave got. Those were the days. Today, he’d be the one booed, and Redgrave would be cheered by the Hollywood Oscar crowd.
Of course, the dumb hags of “The View” are so stupid, so dumb, so ignorant, so completely clueless–and that includes the utterly vacant Elisabeth Hasselbeck–that they agreed with Behar’s ignorant and incorrect statement about the Redgraves never bothering anyone and minding their own business.
I am sorry Ms. Richardson is basically dead. If only her mother was the one who had the skiing accident in her stead forty years ago.
But, then again, anyone who sits in Vanessa Redgrave’s perch in favor of Islamic terrorism, is basically brain dead without the skiing accident precipitating it. And definitely humanly and morally dead.
**** UPDATE: I wrote this pretty quickly before I left for a movie screening. On the way, I remembered that I wrote about Vanessa Redgrave’s work on behalf of hardened Al-Qaeda terrorists and Gitmo detainees. She even posted bond for one of them.
I also realized I should point out that the great Paddy Chayefsky–who gave Redgrave, as my father would say, a real verbal “zetz”–was a proud American Jew, who enlisted in the U.S. Army and proudly served in World War II, earning a Purple Heart. Contrast that with the vile Vanessa Redgrave who “minded her own business and . . . never bothered anybody” (according to Joy Behar) in her lifelong avocation of helping Islamic terrorists beat the West.
One other thing, a little background is needed on why the “Zionist hoodlums” a/k/a proud Jewish Americans were up in arms about her Academy Award nomination. From my 2007 column, “Vanessa Redgrave’s Al-Qaeda Activity No Surprise”:

Throughout the 1970s, Vanessa Redgrave had been a pro-Palestinian activist, praising the P.L.O. and denouncing Israel as fascist and Nazi-like. Many of her comments were anti-Semitic. In 1977, Vanessa Redgrave starred as “Julia” in the movie of the same name, which co-starred Jane Fonda as Communist writer Lillian Hellman, who smuggled funds into Nazi Germany to the resistance movement during the Holocaust. Julia was an anti-fascist activist and Jew who was Lillian’s friend. Redgrave was given the role, despite the just and rightful protests of Holocaust survivors and other Jews all over the world. Now, she’s helping Al-Qaeda. No suprise.
Also no surprise that she used the Holocaust yet again to justify her pan-Islamist activity:

It is a profound honour and I am glad to be alive to be able to do this. Guantanamo Bay is a concentration camp. It is a disgrace that these men have been kept there all these years.

Yup, the Redgraves “minded their own business” and “never bothered anybody” except innocent non-Muslims who want to live in peace and keep their freedoms.
**** UPDATE #2: Vanessa Redgrave’s daughter, Natasha Richardson, died. I stand by my comments about her vile, disgusting mother, and again state that the wrong person got taken out via a skiing accident.
Now that she is dead in an untimely death at such a relatively young age, I’m sure we’ll hear endlessly about how great her mother is.
No sympathy for this pan-terrorist witch from me. Only for the late Richardson (who was great in “The Parent Trap” remake with Lindsay Lohan and Dennis Quaid), Richardson’s husband, actor Liam Neeson (one of my favorites), and her children. Her mother, Vanessa Redgrave, can go to hell. And since she’s consorted with the P.L.O. throughout her life, we can safely say she’s already visited many times.

By Debbie Schlussel
You have to laugh at dying liberal radio network Air America’s just-inked contract with Montel Williams to host a show.
It’s not just that his minstrel show talk show–a low-grade copy of Springer–was canceled by FOX TV affiliates and had to close up shop. It’s not just that he regularly featured psychic Sylvia Browne on his show and that he’s smug and arrogant with no basis for it.
It’s that he’s a nut and threatened violence against a teen reporter and pimped Black people on worthless Obama coins in sleazy late night TV infomercials.
First there’s the threat to blow a girl up:

A thoughtful query caused Montel Williams to cancel an interview and later threaten the high school newspaper intern who asked the question, reports the Associated Press.
“I’m trying to figure out exactly why you are here and what the interview is about,” Montel snapped at Savannah Morning-News intern Courtney Scott.
The talk show host, in town to promote a free prescription drug program for low-income patients, ended the press event after Courtney asked if he thought that pharmaceutical companies would be discouraged from research and development if profits were restricted.
“I’m here as a patient advocate talking about the fact that medications available today are saving people’s lives, that’s what’s saving mine and after that, this interview is done,” the multiple sclerosis-afflicted Montel said before storming out
Later, Montel confronted Courtney and crew at his hotel, while they were covering another story.
“As we were preparing to film, Montel walked up with his bodyguard and got in Courtney Scott’s face pointing his finger telling her ‘Don’t look at me like that. Do you know who I am? I’m a big star, and I can look you up, find where you live and blow you up’,” said Joseph Cosey, a Web content producer for the newspaper. “At this time he was randomly pointing at all of us.”
“I’m not sure if he meant ‘blow me up’ and ruin my career or really blow us up, but it was threatening,” Courtney added.

Hmmm . . . where are the feminists protesting “Air America” for hiring this man who is abusive to women.
And why is Oprah promoting him? Yesterday, she had him on her show to hawk his psychobabble book. While she’s yelling and screaming about the violence singer Chris Brown allegedly inflicted on singer Robyn “Rihanna” Fenty, she didn’t say a word about Montel’s threat to blow a young woman up. But she’s no hypocrite, right?
Instead, she let him gab on forever about what a victim he is of multiple sclerosis, which I suppose gives him a free pass. And the phony Montel did what he does best, cry on command.
Here’s the video from right before the threat, which seems to back up the story, in addition to the witnesses to it:

Then, there’s Montel’s late-night hawking of cheap coins with Obama stickers on them, ripping naive buyers off. Because, you know, the gazillions he made from his now-canceled daytime TV minstrel show were simply not enough for this scumbag with giant diamond earrings.

They ordered some sets with the thought they were getting actual coins pressed by the U.S. Mint. What they got was 50-cent pieces with stickers plastered on one side of them. Four sets of the coins set them back $150 smackers. Hope and change, my ass.

And finally, there’s what this creep, Montel, said to me. I made the mistake of doing his show, twice. No, it wasn’t a “Who’s the Daddy?” show. We were supposed to be talking about politics, but it was basically a liberal gang-bang. Both times, he cried on command about how he’s an MS victim, and his tears were so phony, I thought they were liquified cubic zirconium.
I wrote about it the first time. The second time I insisted on being paid to appear. But it wasn’t worth it. Montel told me that my father was a bad doctor because he opposed socialized medicine a/k/a national health care and that he deserved to die.
Yup, this charlatan, this cretin, this sleazebag–Montel–is now the new darling of liberal talk radio.
Figures.
Maybe he can use it to pick up another stripper or airline stewardess to become his next wife.
***
I could attack how he got caught and Detroit Metro Airport with pot. But that’s a badge of honor with liberals.

By Debbie Schlussel
A lawsuit over an anti-Semitic song that appeared on a FOX prime time show is not what you think. The suit, which just lost in federal court, was not an attempt by Jews to censor anti-Semitic free speech. It was an attempt to protect the reputation of copyrighted work.
Music publisher Bourne Co., the U.S. copyright owner of “When You Wish Upon a Star”–the song made famous in Walt Disney’s “Pinocchio”–sued makers of “The Family Guy,” the animated show, which appears on FOX and re-runs on the Cartoon Network. The suit concerned the anti-Semitic “When I Need a Jew” song that appeared on the show. Bourne said the anti-Semitic parody of the song sullied the original and its value. The judge didn’t buy it and ruled there was no case.
Yes, I’m a supporter of the First Amendment, and a court shouldn’t be telling anyone what they can or can’t say. Clearly, this song was a parody, and therefore enjoys some protection from copyright violations. That said, I find it interesting that FOX didn’t think twice about running this anti-Semitic song, yet would never do a similar song about Muslims or Blacks. But Jews–hey, it’s A-OK. And stuff like this repeatedly gets the kosher seal of approval from liberal, self-hating Jewish executives at FOX and pretty much every other “entertainment” purveyor in Lalaland.

Yeah, I know about “Family Guy.” They make fun of everyone. But no ethnic group ever got it this bad on this show. They simply wouldn’t dare do a “When I Need an Explosives & Permanent Wife Removal Expert” song about our friends in the “Religion of Peace,” or a “When I Need a Baby Daddy and Some Crack” song. CAIR, Al Sharpton, and Jesse Jackson would be all over it. Remember the absurd on-air “apology” CAIR extracted out of FOX from “24”‘s Kiefer Sutherland? (Remember how Comedy Central tabled the anti-Muslim episode of “South Park,” to save their lives?)
But not the Jews. Instead, they give out awards to people who air this kind of stuff. In fact, so-called Jewish leaders look the other way, and the liberal, pan-Islamist American Jewish Committee just gave an award to Rupert Murdoch, who owns the network that ran this Fuhrer-approved song, it’s National Human Relations award.
Incredibly, in accepting the award, Murdoch told the audience that Europe is “poisoned by anti-Semitism.” Europe? Look at your own American network, buddy.
And, for the record, the Jews did not kill Jesus.
Geez, where’s Stewie Griffin when I need him?