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A Person of Interest: Live Odds

From the Politico

The Washington Post has confirmed a “Person of Interest” on the White House staff in connection with the Russia probe regarding the vague yet sensational 2016 Election chaos.

And even though Russia most likely had little to do with the actual outcome of the 2016 Presidential Election, nothing is more exciting than watching High Treason unfold live on national television and streaming media. 

So, who might this person of interest be? 

For starters, the Russia probe was aimed at people on the Trump campaign but now those piranhas have circled closer to the center into the White House itself. Which means this new “Person of Interest” was probably also very involved in the campaign.

1/10  -- Steve Bannon. These are terrible odds for a gambling man but the most likely culprit in this unfolding drama. Bannon is not only dumb enough to commit high treason but also filled the duel hats of campaign guru and once future White House hotshot. He’s also the man everyone loves to hate. And if there is a scapegoat pending here, the country would rally at the thought of it being him.

1/2 -- Reince Priebus. No one benefited more from the Trump campaign than the former Mr. Nobody, Priebus. Trump was the type of train one jumps on when no other train has ever come by and none will ever come again. Priebus was the Republican’s “aw shucks” liaison to the “WTF” of the 2016 Election and, like Bannon, has been wearing two hats for Trumpy for awhile. He had plenty to gain and nothing to lose.

1/1 -- Kellyanne Conway. It is entirely likely that the apologetically soothing face of the “Pussy-Grab Fiasco” could also have been doubling as a KGB agent this entire time. Picture her in Natasha-gear from Rocky & Bullwinkle standing along side Putin cohorts planning this haphazard Watergate break-in. She is a doublespeak master and juicy odds to be exposed as the culprit; at which point she’ll mostly likely switch accents and jump out of a window to a dangling rope for a daring getaway.

5/1 -- Don McGahn. We jump as far as 5-1 even though the juice should be much higher. McGahn was involved in both the campaign and now the White House so, in turn, he remains a target. But would a lawyer really be foolish enough to flirt with the guillotine? Absolutely. History is filled with dumb lawyers who thought they could and tried to get away with all sorts of things. Remember, Nixon himself was a lawyer. As was Kleinfeld from Carlito’s Way.

10/1 -- Sean Spicer. Although he was not necessarily involved in the campaign, he is the face of the franchise and the first line of defense to thwart the onslaught of Russia-gate. And because he is the face of Trump-land, he is also a target for pitchforks and possibly cackling all the way to the bank every time he’s asked the question and gets to lie live on camera like real politicians do.

25/1 -- Donald Trump. He may have been dastardly enough to pull something off without really being smart enough to actually know what he was doing. In the end, he is penultimately the “Person of Interest” any way you slice it. 

100/1 -- Howard Hunt. From the Kennedy Assassination to Watergate, Howard Hunt was always around the White House and its happenings. One of the CIA’s top agents, he was a project manager for a great many domestic operation and even though he’s dead, it wouldn’t surprise me one bit of he somehow was able to pull this off posthumously in some way or another.

Regardless of how the odds wind down or up in favor or not of any of these prospects, the Trump-train continues to rattle on in haphazard fashion, almost already superseding the best years of W and ol’ Nixon without having even broken past an entire calendar year.

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We’ve Been Doomed

Don’t let any hippies tell you that the universe will provide. Because it won’t. The universe has better things to do than care about humanity. It is up to humanity to care about humanity and for 6,000+ years and counting now, that hasn’t been the case.

We are now in the laughable era of Donald Trump. And there are many people who are very upset about this. But not I. I welcome chaos in all its forms. I welcome any example that proves that mankind is, in fact, woefully un-evolved and at best has reached an adolescent level.

The notion that politics are still something to be taken seriously around the globe is at the very foundation of the human’s uselessness. The human loves to absolve personal responsibility in favor of relegating it to a leadership figure which nine times out of ten only exists in parasitic form.

And for all your finger pointing Democrats out there, don’t think for one second you’re not to blame for any of this. The imbedded corruption within your own party helped mankind celebrate its true futility when you dismantled Bernie Sanders in favor of a self serving candidate full of ego and cold hearted gusto. 

The only hope for the Democratic Party now is the same hope for any political party: dissolve, scoop the remains into a mason jar, seal the lid and bury it deep in the desert with the rest of the chopped up bodies where it’ll never be found.

And we can teeter-totter back and forth all day about the two, but the Republicans too must suffer the same fate and all the peoples of all the earth must rise up against the suffering and smothering of their own pitiful existence in the face of Social Darwinism and justified cruelty. 

But this will never happen. Because we’ve been doomed from the start. Because there is no enlightenment without corporate sponsorship and things usually get a hell’uv a lot worse before they get better. And that’s where we are ladies and gentlemen: the eye of the storm of self destruction, chaos and continued perpetual misery.

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John Lynch the Newest York Scapegoat

--From the Sports Desk-- The Yorks have once again shocked the world. Yessiree, folks, Jed York, the preeminent buffoon whose tenure as CEO of Levi's Yorkland has amounted to the worst franchise in professional sports, has stuck again! This time not with a former Chicago Bear but a former Tampa Bay Buc. Wait! Sorry - and former Stanford Cardinal under Walsh era 2.0. Well. There it is. Another abstract linking of links to things that make no logical sense unless mixed with a copious amount of LSD and Adderal. John Lynch, seemingly a nice guy. Which, in the modern Yorkian tradition, is clearly an important aspect to the brand. York, and his sidekick, Paraag Marathe, wanted, needed and desperately will have you believe that this was the plan all along. And now Lynch will back that up because from his perspective, it always was. No other team wanted him as GM, so how wasn't this his plan? Worked out great for Lynch. And if all goes well, maybe he'll last as long as Singletarry did. Meanwhile, Kyle Shanahan, the presumptive new coach of the Yorks, will wield an almighty stick fit fir a king. He must sign on the dotted line first though. Which, in York's America, is never a done deal until it is. York's childlike nature has grown into the stuff of modern folklore. And his cronies in both the building and the fan-o-sphere worship him blindly, never questioning and never calling him out for walking naked down the street. It is the stuff of legends. And the new mythos of the new pantheon will bring even more tales to a new generation of York fans. All of this of course will ultimately fail and York will fire everyone again, wobble out to the podium and throw another tantrum. How long that takes is anyone's guess. But Lynch is stenciled in at 6 years, which in York years means 2 at best. But hey, if it weren't for the "how long will it take for them to start over again because they're a rotten franchise top to bottom," countdown, there would be nothing to look forward to at all.

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The Alt Right Has Spoken and Republican Fascism is Alive and Well

We’ve been here before. A power grab at the Presidency. And although this one may not be as ruthless as the last, its stamp has already been made.

While the power grab of 9/11 resulted in the Patriot Act, two wars, a fresh round of treasury looting and domestic spying, the power grab of the Donald Trump Presidency has resulted in events that will only further twist and turn a now divided and scrambled nation.

The country could have gone the other way. Hell, Donald Trump could have too. But neither he or we as a country had enough good karma built up to stave off the threat of yet another backwards step as a human race.

There will be no attempt at peace or truces or handshaking with this administration. Perhaps with Russia but until Nato dissolves that means nothing.

The war now is within our own borders. The Alt Right has spoken and their vision for the United States is now hard at play.

It’s a vision of adolescent mayhem. Building walls and cutting ties. And it stems from small-minded circles from small-minded towns within small minded states with all sorts of money.

They were the scum left over from the Bush oil raid. An Island of Misfit Toys who landed in the White House and immediately began to redecorate the place with hay and cow dung.

Their own party didn’t even want them. Which is why there’s so many of them now surfacing now. Like Revenge of the Nerds but the horror version. They created their own clique called The Alt Right and now they have a theatre to play in.

Meanwhile, the Republican Party was paralyzed as their latest spawn of neo-fascism didn’t wait for them to react before spoiling it for the next election cycle.

It was really up to the GOP brass at this point to steer the ship into waters that they never dreamed of even considering let alone had seen before: away from their leader.

Because if there’s one thing all Republicans are freakishly good at, it’s unquestioning and unyielding solidarity to their party.

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The Profound Injustice of Life

Not only is Donald Trump the President of the United States, he’s also alive. So is Dick Cheney, George “W” Bush and Henry Kissinger. And in Trump’s defense, he hasn’t committed even close to the egregious crimes that the later names have -- yet. That’s not to say Hillary wouldn’t have either for all you Reds vs Blues out there.

But this is the profound injustice of life.

A macabre meltdown of everything that was supposed to make sense but doesn’t. And it is this injustice that either spawns religion or abashes it.

There mountains of examples of injustice that can be thrown at a wall and stick as proof of this fact. That the criminals and satanists of the world wildly run free and never succumb to illness, disease or murder. And the innocent are usually relegated to a rather meaningless existence or some form of radical injustice.

We excuse these realities via esoteric notions of reincarnation, fatalism and all sorts of existential philosophies. 

But as true or untrue as these ideas may or may not be, they don’t come close to filling the gaping hole of depression at the wake of the reality that comes with such injustice. 

There is no comfort in these things. There is only survival, which by its very nature, is defined by suffering.

We can try to ground ourselves all we want but to do so is to detach and to detach is to ignore and to ignore is to hide and to hide is to cower and to cower is to become the very thing that evil wants us to be: docile, flaccid and out of the way.

Yet there is no triumph. There is no revenge or closure like in the movies. There is only the means to the end. And that end is the same end that everyone faces eventually. No matter how just or unjust the road to inevitability is. 

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The Pull of the Eclipse

Pressed between the pull of two eclipses from the new moon to the full, the sound of anything even remotely obnoxious has his head in a spin. 

The sound of work. Ringing phones and yes, even the fax machine was enough to drive him into a fit of madness.

There wasn’t enough coffee, carbs, fruit or eggs to quell his irritability. And there certainly wasn’t enough booze, pills or inhalants to calm his nerves after he finished jockeying the desk at 6:30pm.

Los Angeles was claustrophobic enough. A wall of cars at every turn, each operated by another lost soul climbing his way through the time-fog. To feel trapped at every turn was one thing, to feel trapped in himself was something else.

He was not built for a desk. Yet that’s where he found himself. Passing the time with Dick Cavett archives on YouTube. Reminding himself: “It could be worse, it could be worse, it could be worse.” 

But on this morning, it was worse. The final pull of this latest torrid twist through cosmos was enough to split his head into two. How much more could he take? It was bad enough that his morning began with the sounds of two chatterboxes in the office next door discussing how long they had worked there.

“Twenty years.”

“Ah... twenty-two years...”

Oooo

Trapped. 

Disillusioned with all and every distraction that he used to indulge in. Sports. Sex. Drugs. Drinking. Everything was a method of maintenance until the next sunrise which brought with it a new set of reminders of his unfulfilled reality. 

“Equinox should be a time of celebration! A time when people are out dancing, singing, laughing. Instead we’re relegated to fluorescents and the promise of yet another lunch break,” he said to the office manager who looked at him blankly. 

Be cautious. Don’t rock the boat. They’ll fire you in a heart beat just for an excuse to save salary and dump your responsibilities on someone else who is paid even less. Be one with the machine. Milk the clock and then go home. 

It was Monday and the thought of having to work the next day, and the day after and so on was torture in his world. The though of it lasting until his death was suicide. 

So he spent the day counting the hours. Counting the bullshit left to do on his to-do list. Counting the bullshit left to do on his to-do list. Counting the bullshit left to do on his to-do list. 

Never ending.

Nothing to go home except his own mind.

His own madness.

His own trapped self.

Waiting for the next eclipse to carry him through. To shine some light on this wretched existence. To end this noose around his neck. To end it all and return to the infinite. 

Give us some reason, cosmos, some reason to persevere over the mess we’ve created as man. 

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The Rise of The Lioness

In recognition of International Woman’s Day, it is important to recognize men.

Not for their accomplishments but rather for their lack thereof. 

For roughly 6,000 years and counting now, depending on who you ask, humanity has essentially been a patriarchal society. Granted, there are exceptions to this from time to time but for the most part, throughout history, a male led hierarchy has been the consistent norm.

And where has that gotten us? 

What have our accomplishments been aside from hyper-military-manufacturing, pyramid power structures that compartmentalize leadership to an almost invisible point, discrepancies between rich and poor that have yet to evolve vine the inception of wealth and aggressive violence on a mass scale.

Gentlemen, we have had our chance and perhaps, now more than ever, it is time to bow out gracefully to the Lioness.

This is not to blacklist our more evolutionary moments. Central air conditioning. Handheld touch screen computers and some minor advancements in medicine. These things are indeed important but pale in comparison to the self-righteous and self-serving nature of man whose quest for power manifests in so many malignant ways it is hard to believe we’re still standing as a species.

Imagine a matriarchal society and same gentle yet tough demeanor of the Lioness. Imagine a society that operates in harmony and frequency with the rhythms of nature instead of the antithesis of destruction. 

Imagine a world in which women can thrive as leaders without being compelled to feel they must compete with men and their machines. Imagine a world in which the Lioness can protect her own with only a stare and without a roar.

We are beyond the crossroads at this point, where the only way out was through.

And through this wilderness, the Lioness awaits our humility with an extended hand of hope.

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More Injustice at the Oscars

The lack of minority representation in Hollywood was the theme for the 88th Academy Awards. 

Aside from the fact that the Academy has been a predominantly white regime for its entire 88 year existence, the lack of diversity, specifically in regards to African Americans, was highlighted over an even more sparsely represented group within the entertainment world:

Plus Sized People.

Scan the crowd at the 88th annual Oscars, review the presenters and nominees and note that there were less Plus Sized People than any and all minority groups in total presence this evening.

Plus Sized people are not only limited in their roles as entertainers -- unless they’re highlighting their weight -- but they’re also excused as background presenters and even red carpet hosts at these types of events.

Granted there is injustice at the Oscars, in Hollywood and across the global pop-culture landscape. And it is not limited to diversity and minority representation. 

Not to say that other peoples’ protests shouldn’t be taken into account -- because they should. But imagine the compounded nature of such things when an overweight Latino is up for the lead in a movie written for a skinny, white, British guy.

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Chip Kelly Joins the  Circus

From the Sports Desk

Jed York is clinically insane and still refuses to seek medical attention.

Meanwhile, Trent Baalke, whose IQ caps somewhere in the double digits, is the only one left standing in this shambolic disaster of the organization now known as the Santa Clara Yorks.

Add to this mix: Chip Kelly.

Touted as a football mastermind, Kelly's offense has been proven to work against inferior opponents in college and garner 7-9 records in the pros.

And please note that the Chip Kelly offense cannot work in the pros because the pro game is simply not designed for an offense that Tim Tebow would be ideal for.

But the insanity isn't in the hiring it's in how it went about.

Jed York publicly said that Baalke would be hiring the next coach, Baalke would be running point. Baalke, Baalke, Baalke.

Problem is: nobody in the League likes Baalke or wants to work for him and Jed never had any intention of not meddling into a situation in which he promised he wouldn't.

This isn't the first time this has happened. And when something happens over and over with the expectation of different results, such things can be accurately described as insanity.

The capper to this mayhem is how Jed York announced the hire.

In the same press conference that Jed "Baalke'd, Baalke'd, Baalke'd," he also essentially vowed never to tweet again.

Yet, just days later, Jed York took to Twitter to announce the hiring of his new head coach.

This leaves the following questions to be asked over the next 3 years:

- Will Baalke go bananas working with a coach whose strategy is the complete antithesis from his?

- Will Chip Kelly quit before he is fired?

- Will Jed York's  family and friends ever have the courage to commit him to a mental institution?

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History Repeats: Rams Return to L.A.

From the Sports Desk

And with that, history, as the saying goes, repeats itself.

The Los Angeles Rams, who later moved to Anaheim to become a laughing stock, who then moved to St. Louis, leaving their history behind in turn for "The Greatest Show on Turf", who then became another laughing stock, are now coming back to Los Angeles to finish what they started in the 50s, 60s, and 70s and forgot all about thereafter.

All of this just might work and be serviceable if the Rams organization decide to embrace their Los Angeles roots.

This means statues of Deacon Jones, busts of Merlon Olson, interactive games featuring Eric Dickerson, and hundred foot posters of Norm Van Brocklin and Crazy Legs Hirsch.

Kurt Warner, Issac Bruce, Torrey Holt and Marshall Faulk should be relegated to a special corner, reminding L.A. fans what it means to have a team, lose it and watch them win a Super Bowl by a one foot margin.

But as much as the fanfare will flourish and zenith within the next few months, let us not forget how fragile a situation this still is.

The stadium still has to be built, the complex around it has to attract commerce and the team itself has to ultimately become a contender.

If the Rams decide that the stadium and relocation is enough to pack the seats, then, they'll have another think coming.

Winning is what fills the seats.

Just ask Jed York.

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The Jim Tomsula Era is Over

From the Sports Desk

Jim Tomsula, “The Teacher”, has left the building. Or rather, will leave after Jed York, CEO of the Santa Clara Yorks, fires him.

When will this firing take place? No one knows.

Why this firing will take place? No one really knows either.

Fans and pundits alike will blame the record, blame the blame game and blame the Yorks. And all of this would be true. Except, when you’re dealing with insanity, which Jed York is -- clinically certifiable and in desparate need of professional help -- no one can really say why or give a distinct reason for the coaching change.

It is just as likely that the stalwart reasons to fire a coach in fact have nothing to do with the impending move. It is just as likely that Jed woke up, decided he didn’t like Jim Tomsula’s face anymore or the way he ties his shoes and decided to fire him.

Perhaps Jed wanted some of that tobacco dip that Tomsula is always chewing on the sideline and never got any. Perhaps the image of a meandering coach sucking the juice out of a Costco-pack of Skoll wasn’t classy enough for York who has stated that class is more important than the important things that a franchise should be paying attention to.

The true mark of insanity and why this move shouldn’t be disected much more than it needs to be, is the rumored “stay put” for Trent Baalke.

Baalke, who isn’t insane like Jed York, but indeed a bafoon of the worst kind -- the macho-jock -- will remain as general manager of the Santa Clara Yorks.

Baalke, who has done nothing to build a roster during his entire tenure and made horrible personel move after personel move, will still be in charge of the “football” side of things while Jed, presumably, is still in charge of the assylum.

Yet, perhaps all of this can be given a silver linning if mommy and daddy York, commit their son to a treatment facility and hire a slew of ex-glory-days San Francisco 49ers to run the show.

The odds are this are slim as, it is highly likely, in mommy and daddy’s case the proverbial apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.

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Miss Universe Crashes to Earth

From Hollywoodland

One thing’s for sure. If you didn’t know or care that there was yet another Miss Universe pageant over the weekend, you do now.

Give credit to Steve Harvey, a media vet for owning up to it in the moment and immediately “doing the right thing.”

He’ll take hell for this but should really be commended for providing not just the USA or the planet earth, but the entire universe for one of the most memorable moments in the history of television.

His foible will serve as a strategic reminder that anything can, will and must happen on live TV.

Networks will use this as leverage for advertisers. They will in fact encourage the profundity of live television with this and the Super Bowl as prime examples.

The networks will show that the story spread on Twitter faster than any “developing” news story because it was witnessed by all and everyone LIVE.

So while the water cooler remains relatively empty with everyone on vacation at the moment, the social media sphere is chalk full of gossip and reactions to something that is relatively inconsequential in the long scheme of things.

But all in thanks to Live TV which is about as antiquated as a rotary phone, V-8′s, compact discs and a land war with fronts. 

So, instead of abashing Mr. Harvey, we should indeed be saluting him for this fantastically engaging experience. 

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Kobe Live: End of an Era, Last of a Generation

From the Sports Desk

Kobe Bryant, speaking multiple languages to a sea of reporters is announcing his retirement.

His passion for the Lakers, commitment to hard work and approach to the game have been highlighted.

He’s also suggested that he will enter the field of “entertainment producing” as a second career.

Meaning: that the Mount Rushmore Laker who returned Showtime to Showtime is going into Show Business.

Bryant represents an end of an era. The last of a generation.

His rise to superstardom came a time when the NBA was reeling at the loss of Michael Jordan and the rising dominance of the NFL. 

Kobe, winner of five championships, was never able to achieve that elusive six but peaked at a time when a wave of talent suddenly flooded the NBA, especially in the Pacific Division.

Someone else can rattle off the stats that prove Kobe Bryant’s place in the magestic lore of NBA history. And plenty of Laker fans can tell you how much joy he brought them year after year, run after run.

Kobe was that rare talent: a verb, a noun an adjective all wrapped up into one.

He was that once and a lifetime player that reminds us of the time and place of where we were when he was around.

Los Angeles will be in conversation about this throughout the holidays and into the new year.

And rightly so.

Kobe Bryant was many things to many people.

But maybe more than anything... maybe more than just being a Laker...

Kobe Bryant was and will continue to be Los Angeles.

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France Officially Pulled Into “War on Terror”

Madness in Paris.​

It took less than a few minutes for the story​ to break worldwide.

There are no initial or confirmed reports of much of anything except that there's a slew of dead people, hostages and possibly two attack sites in question.

It won't take long for the wrong story to spread before the right one.

But what was confirmed is that we'd be in for a long night.

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Thursdays on Melrose

Strange faces up and down Melrose tonight. All too familiar. That glazed look of entitled invincibility. Pretty enough to withstand the trials and tribulations that murder most of us. 

Along side the cut up curbs and stifling traffic sits a halfway house next to an elementary school. Across from that, a collection of upscale boutique shopping destinations designed to entice the same faces that aimlessly roam the streets.

Dusk. The sun slowly sinking behind the short roofs and cutting off the day for gusts of wind and flying trash.

Colder now as the bars fill up even fuller with football echoing from the patio sections against the cold walls of green-crossed marijuana stores. The stench whiff of chemicalized weed and too much incense. 

Lonely corners. People waiting. Running. Wandering. And all with enough money to seemingly do so endlessly without care or worry. Enough of a cushion to sit hours and hours upon end, eating and drinking.

Happy hours boasting $4.00 beers that typically run $5.00 or $6.00. Discounts given to acting schools who breed alcoholism like the NCAA breeds the uneducated.

Inside the same sterile airiness. Nothing to be taken seriously. All mysteries of employment. Where did all this money here come from and how was there so much of it floating around at 7:00pm on a Thursday in the middle of October?

$30, $40, $50, $100 bar tabs on a whim without remorse or recourse. 

This as normal.

Habitual.

Standard.

And even after three beers deep at The Darkroom with Phil Simms yapping away against my right ear was enough to help me forget it.

All a single cycle of impossible madness only to rise again with tomorrow’s sun.

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“The Force” Is Exactly What Hollywood Needs When They Need it the Most

From Hollywoodland

“Star Wars: The Force Awakens” is the most anticipated movie of the season.

Whether it’s good or not remains to be seen. But that really doesn’t matter.

What matters is whether or not Hollywood will be reminded that this was and still is the most successful homegrown franchise in its history.

The Star Wars franchise is wholly original and is not based on any prior existing I.P.  

And where the Jedi themselves inspire moral compass within their audience, the Star Wars franchise should do the same for Hollywood executives and powerbrokers.

Granted the argument could be made that some of the most classic and popular films in cinematic history were based on books, plays, real life events and people, etc.

Star Wars is separate from that because it is of the blockbuster genre. And since that is really the only business that the major studios are in these days, Star Wars begs for a revival in original content and ideas.

Ironically, this incarnation of Star Wars is basically in and of itself, based on its own prior I.P. 

But the opportunity to reach a 3-generational audience en masse is virtually unprecedented.

Only sports rivials this phenomenon. Which is why it’s important that Hollywood take notice of the mass cultural significance that’s about to transpire.

The Force Awakens will be the first movie in the history of Hollywood where the grandfathers, sons and grandsons will all go together in ritualistic fashion as if passing some mythological baton through the generations. 

And where the last section of the trilogy was a little too young on the timeline for this scenario (or more accurately: too horrible to remember), these new chapters with new creative forces (pun intended) at the helm will surely usher in an entirely new generation in sincere magical fashion.

Star Wars aims to break all box office records and Disney has wisely set a December release date at a time when the other studios are showcasing award-season dramas and holiday cartoons.

It might be one of the best strategic moves Disney has ever made since creating a themepark based on its own little universe.

If there was a betting line in Vegas for how much money Star Wars would make in its opening weekend, it would easily skyrocket within hours.

There is no denying the power that this franchise has had over audiences and it is indicative to the potential that original ideas have in an industry that hates anything outside the box or established market research.

The success stories in Hollywood have always been about the risks. Yet no one seems to remember this when it comes to greenlight time or even the “consider” checkbox on a coverage template.

Perhaps when The Force Awakens, Hollywood will wake up too.

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The Biggest Football Boner of All Time

From the Sports Desk

In twenty-plus years of watching football, I've never ever, ever seen such a bonehead play like the Indianapolis Colts made tonight against the New England Patriots.

I don’t want to get into too much detail as to what happeend in the risk of invoking the stupidity in my own psyche. 

But let’s just say it involved a winnable game for the Colts, forth down and a formation that no one had ever seen or heard of before at any level of football including Peewee, Canada or the disbanded XFL.

There was not a single solitary reason for the Colts to make the call not to mention the fact that it was an illegal formation to begin with.

Such things are ground for termination of the entire coaching staff.

Under no circumestances was that appropriate, acceptable, logical or anything.

Such garbage shouldn't even be in the playbook let alone brought out in the fourth quarter, down by seven on your own side of the field on forth down against the Bill Belichick and the New England Patriots.

It's the kind of stupidity that will be remembered for all of time. And reminds the general public that all glory is fleeting, authority is just as stupid as their lowest level subordinates and millionaires are overpaid.