Attribute to L. Neil Smith’s The Libertarian Enterprise

It has pained me to come to the unavoidable realization that Samuel L. Jackson, the star of many a fine and fascinating film, is a fool and a liar. I thought for many years that he was something special, that he had some spark of wisdom. but it turns out that he’s just another Hollywood actor.

Ben Affleck with a better voice.

I don’t suffer the loss of heroes well. What finally compelled me to write about this was a political advertisment he did (backed up by that sage and illustrious economist and ethical philosopher Alysa Milano) for a dismal Geogia congressional campaign in which he neatly listed all of his grievances with Donald J. Trump. The amazing thing is that not one of them was true. They were simply parts of the same old tired litany of lies that Democrats used over and over again, endlessly, last year to hypnotize themselves into a set of false beliefs that were shattered by the election.

It helps explain why so many of them went insane.

Think back. The first time I heard Trump being called a racist was about three minutes after his first political statement. They said he had insulted Mexicans (who happen, largely, to be white, by the way). What I actually heard him criticize was the foully corrupt Mexican government for deliberately sending criminals over the border to consume our resources and do whatever damage they could to American society. And it’s true. It’s a part of the hilariously idiotic Reconquista strategy buzzing around inside the bonnets (or should I say sombreros?) of a handful of left-wing Hispanic college professors in the Southwest a few years ago.

But as usual, I have digressed.

It seems like every time this ham could get a camera pointed at him, he had something really nasty to say about Trump, both before and after the election. But why do I suspect that he would have self- righteously demanded that his political antagonists accept and respect his candidate had she won, once all the ballots were cast? To “fool and liar” add hypocrite.

Another charge that Jackson and the rest of his fellow jackals repeatedly level at the Donald is that he is a “sexist”. And yet he places his highest trust in more female executives than I’ve ever seen in any administration, and the women who’ve worked for him over the decades have nothing but the best things to say about him. Sure, he was recorded once, many years ago, saying something rather rude about grabbing female body parts (of willing participants). I hate to tell you, Mrs, Grundy, all men, when they think that nobody female is listening, engage in naughty male-talk from time to time. If they don’t, they should have their testosterone levels checked. If that’s all that the bloodless, inorgasmic semi-men on the other side have on him, they need to get their brain levels checked.

Speaking of Alysa Milano, the aging, fading former TV star (next on the shelf to Ashley Judd. the aging, fading former movie star, and only two steps away from Madonna, queen of the has- beens), both Jackson’s sour bitterness and his eagerness to get lenses pointed at him may have something to do with his own waning fame. I couldn’t remember his first name and middle initial (it happens a lot to me these days), so I put “Jackson, actor” into my browser, and there it was, shockingly, about ten entries down: “Samuel L. Jackass”—excuse me, “Jackson”. Poor old Samuel is losing it, and the fellow acts as if he knows it, too. He’s in a lot of commercials on TV these days, but I’m not going to be buying anything he advertises.

Let’s get this straight: I don’t give a bloody shit what “color” this man is. Black and white are meaningless in this context. As far as I’m concerned, he’s brown and I’m pink. That has nothing to do with his failings as a human being and my perception of them. It’s a matter of honesty and integrity, two qualities I once believed that the man possessed.

Too bad, Wrong again.