'Mel'tdown
There was a time when I tried to see the best in Mel Gibson. The man appears so modest in some interviews, and so likable in some films, I didn't want to believe he was anti-semetic.
I did not see that famous film of his last year, though I had heard it was somewhat questionable.
But Gibson's tirade when pulled over last week appears to make what a lot of people suspected -- that Gibson was a Jew-hating nutcase-- the truth.
I have, on occasion, been in the presence of friends who have had a few too many. The language gets more crude, the humor gets less controlled. But I have never been around someone who has developed an entirely new political philosophy while drunk.
Most of my friends hit the "I love you" stage, or the "that girl ruined my life stage." Usually, these are feelings these people have, but have kept under wraps.
So what happens to Gibson now? Well, I don't care. But any positive image I have of the man, and any lingering doubts about his insanity, have all but evaporated.
We conservatives often joke about insane Hollywood, whether it be radical "liberalism," the strangeness of some films, and so on.
But Gibson appears to have reached some other kind of crazy, the kind that should make any right-thinking theater-goer spend their money elsewhere.
Christopher Hitchens has never exactly been a fan of Gibson, and he lays in.