Too Broke To Laugh

Bobby Peru is a character portrayed by Willem Defoe in the movie ‘Wild At Heart’ which has stuck with me long after I originally watched it.

I love the movie ‘Wild at Heart’ because it is sick and twisted, filled with intense characters and hidden meaning you have to absorb multiple times to pick up on it all.

Dafoe plays Bobby Peru and is amazing. The scene below is with Dafoe and Laura Dern who plays LuLu and my favorite line is uttered by Bobby Peru.

…like a big ole jackrabbit bunny, jump all around that hole

I don’t count myself a fan of David Lynch, but Wild At Heart is a classic.

UPDATE 1-24-09

Brazilian model Mariana Bridi da Costa, whose hands and feet were amputated in a bid to save her from a deadly and little-known illness, died early Saturday.

The French make great pastries, not medical diagnosis’.

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UPDATE 1-23-09

Apparently Mariana might not make it, so this news  puts my post in a bad light, but I must insist my commentary about the French stands.

Moral of the story is don’t have sex with dirty French people who don’t bath for weeks at a time because you might end up with a UTI which apparently is more resistant than the entire French army.

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A 20-year-old Brazilian model, who was a finalist to represent her country at the Miss World contest, had her hands and feet amputated after contracting a severe urinary infection.

Mariana Bridi da Costa fell ill on Dec. 30, and was initially diagnosed with kidney stones, Agence-France Presse reported Thursday.

But, it turned out she had come down with the infection pseudomonas aeruginosa bacterium, which can often prove fatal.

The infection quickly spread, causing her to go back to the hospital for tests. That’s when doctors discovered septicemia had set into her limbs, cutting off circulation, the news agency reported.

As a result, doctors were forced to amputate.
Source: Fox News

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This reminds me of a joke.

What do you call a model with new arms and no feet hanging on a wall?

ART

Ok, seriously this is some fucked up shit and only one of a handful of reasons I won’t ever step foot in France. The first being I hate French people for all their snippy comments about the U.S. when as we all know the ‘Finest Generation’ saved their smelly asses during WW2.

I still think some guy is going to score big time if he chooses to marry Mariana Bridi da Costa because she’s still hot and I’m sure has one of those awesomely round brazilian asses, but minus the option of walking out on you.

Actor Ricardo Montalban, star of the hit TV series “Fantasy Island,” died Wednesday in Los Angeles, a family spokesman said. Montalban, 88, was in deteriorating health over the past several days but “died peacefully” at 6:30 a.m. at his home, son-in-law Gilbert Smith said.

He understood “it was his time,” Smith said. The cause of death was not given.
Source: CNN News

Another Legend leaves us. An important part of my childhood has died today. I dare you to find two more prominent characters of television and movies than Mr. Roarke and Khan. You can’t because they don’t exist!

Khan was by far the best villain of all the Star Trek movies and shows, period, end of discussion. Mr. Roarke was the pinnacle of 80’s television, an icon, infamous, far and away a character who will never be forgotten for how cool he was and the last man to pull off an all white suit.

Roarke’s best friend was a midget and you don’t get more bad ass than that. Roarke would give you your fantasy, sit back while your world crumbled around you and then tell you how much of an asshat you were for wanting that fantasy.

I solute you Ricardo Montalban for in life you kicked major balls.

P.S. I know for a fact Montalban tapped Marsha Brady like a beer keg in a frat house.

Last night I watched a movie titled ‘Appaloosa’, a western which stars Ed Harris, Viggo Mortensen, Jeremy Irons and Renée Zellweger and got to thinking. When did a man’s ‘word’ die?

In the not so distant past if a man gave his ‘word’ on something you could trust him not to betray that word. All a man had was his ‘word’, it was like a badge of honor no one could strip from you. You could be a dirt farmer, a filthy hobo, a dirty rotten scoundrel, but if you kept your ‘word’ you were still honorable. Those days are over!

I am calling out all men to harken back to the days when whiskey rotted your gut, your gun was your best friend, a man in cowboy boots never two-stepped, a slap in the face was a challenge to duel, carrying a flask meant survival and a man never, ever went back on his ‘word’.

Men are pussies in disguise nowadays. The biggest gossip bitch on the planet is a man, well sort of, in PerezHilton.com. Men read their wives US Weekly, People, and a gazillion other estrogen leiden, cat fighting, claws out, bitch and gossip fused magazines. This has warped the brain of men to want to gossip. Men want to reveal juicy secrets, or a tidbit another guy told him and the gap, yes pun intended, which separates men from women is narrowing. When you open your mouth you become one of them and don’t forget it.

We are men! When you take a dump read the back of a shaving cream bottle, not your wife’s annoying hen cackle magazine. When a friend tells you he jerked off watching Namaste Yoga on FitTV don’t tell your wife, or anyone else for that matter. You gave your fucking ‘word’ and without your word you are nothing!