“We Are the American People.”
If you’re done sniffing around Rosie O’Donnell’s opinion-hole, you may want to avail yourself of two other such dispenseries, Laurie David and Sheryl Crow. Their recent blog entry at the Huffington Post is, well, indispensible:
Last night Thelma and Louise drove the bus off the cliff or at least into the White House Correspondents Dinner. The “highlight” of the evening had to be when we were introduced to Karl Rove. How excited were we to have our first opportunity ever to talk directly to the Bush Administration about global warming.
Thelma and Louise? That’s certainly an interesting pair for self-identification. Suicidal criminals? Is that the theme here?
We asked Mr. Rove if he would consider taking a fresh look at the science of global warming. Much to our dismay, he immediately got combative. And it went downhill from there.
We reminded the senior White House advisor that the US leads the world in global warming pollution and we are doing the least about it.
Oh, for shit’s sake! You know who’s to blame for this? ABC News. When they had Leonardo DiCaprio interview Bill Clinton for Earth Day in 2000, every celebriturd who ever slouched toward Hollywood thought he was the next Katie Couric.
In his attempt to dismiss us, Mr. Rove turned to head toward his table, but as soon as he did so, Sheryl reached out to touch his arm. Karl swung around and spat, “Don’t touch me.” How hardened and removed from reality must a person be to refuse to be touched by Sheryl Crow? Unfazed, Sheryl abruptly responded, “You can’t speak to us like that, you work for us.” Karl then quipped, “I don’t work for you, I work for the American people.” To which Sheryl promptly reminded him, “We are the American people.”
What an appallingly narcissistic pair of idiots. Sheryl Crow can touch my monkey ’til the cows come home and pigs dare to fly, but she’s not Karl Rove’s study hall tutor. Who the fuck does she think she is? Rove’s obligated to stand there and subject himself to a lecture from a couple of ill-informed shoe-shoppers and face-painters? What?!
It’s a real sickness in the heart of American culture when the merest sort of celebrity is regarded as any sort of moral authority merely because of his or her celebrity. Look at someone, indeed, like Rosie O’Donnell: a mediocre comic and actress who’s enjoyed a second career as a professional lesbian/adoptive mother/dessert topping nutjob. It is difficult to bear the thought that her recent pronouncements on the physics of steel were heard and believed by possibly millions of people.
Celebrity doesn’t make you an authority on anything but narcissistic behavior. And, perhaps, the thing that made people like you in the first place.
