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“The Hurt Locker”

Friday, June 26th, 2009


“The Hurt Locker” is a war film set in present-day Iraq, but it is not about the war in Iraq. 

It is about the universal soldier who becomes addicted to war. It is about war as a drug. It is about a man who goes home and is utterly lost in the grocery store—-but completely comfortable dodging enemy fire and defusing bombs in brutal, hostile conditions.

It is a searing, unforgettable film filled with unbearably tense set pieces and first-rate performances.

Director Kathryn Bigelow and screenwriter Mark Boal (who was embedded with a U.S. bomb-disposal squad in Iraq in 2004) have fashioned a gritty, visceral slice of the insanely dangerous, day-to-day operations of a squad of American soldiers that are risking their lives as regularly as you and I take a three-day weekend. (And they know full well that a huge percentage of the civilians back home think they shouldn’t even be in Baghdad, or are completely indifferent to their mission.)

Bigelow veers close to glamorizing the bloodshed with her penchant for ear-splitting rock and roll and her admittedly impressive, slow-motion shots of explosions. But she also serves up horrific scenes of death and destruction that serve as a punch to the gut. Even if a soldier survives a war physically uninjured, he does not emerge intact.

We follow the day-to-day routines of an elite bomb squad that has 38 days left in their rotation. In the opening scene, where the squad uses a rolling ‘bot’ to sniff out a bomb on a busy street in Baghdad, we’re sure something won’t happen because of an element I don’t want to divulge here—-and yet it happens anyway. From that moment, Bigelow serves notice. We’re in for a hellacious ride.

Jeremy Renner isn’t 1/10th as famous as many of his peers, but he’s got much more of a star presence and better chops than just about any pretty boy actor you can think of. Renner commands the screen here in a performance worthy of a young Russell Crowe. His Sgt. James is a classic, conflicted, deeply flawed hero. Swaggering macho—-but not a caricature. Extremely good at what he does—-but the antithesis of the team player.

James has defused more than 800 bombs, and he keeps the switches in a box under his bed, noting that these cheap pieces of plastic and wire could have killed him in others in a heartbeat. At times his bravery crosses the line into death-wish territory—-but he’s not dead inside. He strikes up a friendship with an Iraqi boy, and he’s conflicted about the estranged wife and young son he’s left behind. (Evangeline Lilly from “Lost” has an effective cameo as the wife. We also get brief but memorable turns from Guy Pearce and Ralph Fiennes.)

The underrated Anthony Mackie is brilliant here as a hardened vet who has moments of intense doubt. Brian Geraghty has the Jeremy Davies thing down pat as a good-hearted but brittle soldier who has post-traumatic stress syndrome written all over his future. There isn’t a weak performance in this film.

Although it’s not quite in the same league as “Coming Home” and “The Deer Hunter,” this movie strikes similar themes about the huge chasm separating the maddening, adrenaline rush of the war experience and the beautiful banality of everyday home life. When a civilian sees a war veteran in a bar or on a bus in the States, and the vet is staring into space or acting strangely, we might think of him as cliche. Get over it, we think. When we see that veteran through Bigelow’s eyes, we’re amazed that anyone returning home from these experiences can achieve even moments of “normalcy.”

This is one of the best films of the year.


The parallel “kings.”

Friday, June 26th, 2009



Elvis Presley was “The King.”

Michael Jackson was “The King of Pop.”


Elvis came from humble beginnings in East Tupelo, Miss.

Michael came from humble beginnings in Gary, Ind.


In their 20s, both men had women screaming and swooning with their overtly sexual, hip-thrusting dance moves.

Later in their lives, both men underwent drastic physical transformations and took to wearing capes and bizarre, spangled, circus-performer costumes.


Elvis changed the music world with his seminal appearance on “The Ed Sullivan Show.”

Michael changed the music world with his seminal appearance on the Motown 25th Anniversary Special.


Elvis married Priscilla Beaulieu.

Michael married Elvis’ and Priscilla’s daughter.


Both men literally lived in fantasy worlds. Elvis lived in an exotically decorated mansion called Graceland.

Michael lived in an exotically decorated compound called Neverland Ranch.


Elvis met with Nixon.


Michael met with Reagan.


Elvis did socially conscious songs such as “In the Ghetto.”

Michael did socially conscious songs as “Man in the Mirror.”


Both men reportedly had sexual fetishes, to put it mildly.


Elvis spawned a thousand impersonators.

Michael spawned a thousand impersonators.


Elvis’ diehard fans don’t want to hear your criticism of their man’s strange habits and addictions.

Michael’s diehard fans don’t want to hear your criticism of their man’s strange habits and addictions.


Elvis reportedly battled addictions to prescription drugs. We’re hearing reports Michael suffered from similar addictions.


Elvis staged a comeback in 1968.

Michael was on the verge of trying to stage a comeback in 2009.


In the summer of 1977, the world was shocked when Elvis died at 42.

In the summer of 2009, the world was shocked when Michael died at 50.

The death of a troubled, and troubling, icon.

Thursday, June 25th, 2009

In some ways it was the most shocking death of an entertainment superstar since John Lennon in 1980.


Michael Jackson dead at 50

All due respect to the memories of Kurt Cobain, Heath Ledger, Chris Farley, Aaliyah, Selena and the far too many other celebrities who died suddenly, Michael Jackson was in another universe as an entertainer. He has had his health problems over the years, but most of us had no inkling he was experiencing any serious, life-threatening difficulties before Thursday afternoon. (Check the news archives; see if you can find any recent stories saying Jackson was at death’s door.) Yes, we read the reports from time to time about various ailments. God knows we saw the photos and news footage of Jackson in which he looked frail. But Jackson hasn’t looked like a robust, “normal” person in what, 20 years? There was something almost cartoonishly surreal about the man that made it seem like he’d somehow keep going, despite all the rumors and reports about his condition.

It’s easy to say, “We saw this coming,” after the fact.

The pop entertainment world was still paying tribute to the late Farrah Fawcett—–whose brave battle with cancer had been well-documented—–when the shocking news about Jackson was delivered. Within the span of just a few hours, we heard paramedics had been called to Jackson’s home, that Jackson was in cardiac arrest—and then, according to, he was gone. Mainstream news outlets were rightfully cautious, reporting Jackson was in a coma, making sure the story was confirmed before proceeding with their obituaries. By that point, huge crowds had flocked to UCLA Medical Center, to Jackson’s rented home and outside the Apollo Theater in New York.

(At times the tributes took on an absurdist tone. In Hollywood, fans placed flowers, candles and poems on the Michael Jackson star on the Walk of Fame. Problem was, that particular star is for Michael Jackson, the British-born radio host who has hosted shows in Los Angeles on KABC and KGIL. The King of Pop’s star was hidden under the red carpet for the premiere of “Bruno.”)

Wow. Michael Jackson gone. He was only 50, but he was world-famous for more than 90 percent of his life. And what a life. What an amazing, inspiring, impressive, frightening, sad, wonderful, terrible, troubled, bizarre, sweet, beyond-strange life.

He was reportedly abused as a child—and he was either a great friend or a dangerous predator to children as an adult.

What’s beyond dispute: Jackson’s showbiz resume. He was one of the most talented child stars we’d ever seen, delighting TV audiences and record-buyers as the front-kid for the Jackson 5. He was a sex symbol as a young man. In the 1980s, he was the biggest star in the world–—-one of the biggest stars ever. In the same rarified league as Elvis, the Beatles, Sinatra. More dominant than any entertainer who has come along since then.

“Thriller” is one of the Top 10 albums of all time. Singles such as “Billie Jean” and “Beat It” will live on for the next century. Jackson revolutionized the music video. He was the Jackie Robinson of MTV.

His appearance on the Motown anniversary special in 1983 was the stuff of legend, with nearly 50 million tuning in to see his famous moonwalk.


“The Wiz” and the nearly forgotten “Captain EO” notwithstanding, Jackson never made a successful transition to movies. Had he not undergone the multiple surgical procedures, had he not affected that persona that went from Peter Pan to Pure Creepy, maybe he could have done some decent films. Some kind of musical, perhaps. But in the end, he was just too weird even for Hollywood.

The marriage to Lisa Marie Presley, with that infamous kiss on TV? We didn’t buy it. The interview with Diane Sawyer, in which Michael wore gold-plated shinguards? Chilling in its wackiness.

And of course there were the charges, the denials, and the trial, and the lingering doubts. We’ll never know the truth about what happened or didn’t happen, but the known facts are troubling enough. It’s just not right for a grown man to host children for overnights at a home called Neverland.

In the end, ours is not to judge. We mourn the entertainer, and we should respect that his family and many friends loved him. Michael Jackson was one of the most beloved and one of the most ridiculed figures of the last 100 years. His music delighted tens of millions of fans the world over, and he did an enormous amount of charity work—-but he creeped us out with the statues to himself and the faux-military uniforms and most of all, with the questions about the kids he befriended.

Nevertheless, it comes as a shock to hear he is gone. He was the father of three children. He was a greatly gifted artist. He had every right to believe he had decades of life ahead of him. It is a shame he’s gone. In the words of one of the myriad Jackson associates who appeared on the cable news shows Thursday, he was somebody’s father, somebody’s brother, somebody’s son, somebody’s friend.

Nobody has a guarantee on tomorrow. When someone ridiculously famous dies, the best reaction is to say a prayer for that person—and to vow to treasure the people you really love, not in an “I love his music” way, but in a real, human way. The people in your own life.

We’ll be back with the rest of the nominees, after this commercial break.

Thursday, June 25th, 2009

If the Academy of Motion Picture Arts & Sciences was hoping to make a big splash with the announcement that the Best Picture category would be expanded to 10 nominees, congratulations, it worked.

Too bad the splash was a belly flop.

Reaction to the announcement has been almost universally negative. Every year, the telecast drags on, attracting a smaller and smaller audience, and every year everyone talks about how to fix it —- and the answer is to add even MORE movies to the mix? Are you kidding me???

Are they going to show clips from all 10 nominated films? Will the animated category be cannibalized by this decision? Can “Up” be nominated for Best Picture AND Best Animated Feature?

It would have made much more sense for the Academy to announce they were adding the category of Best Comedy. Over the last 30-plus years, the only “pure” comedy to win Best Picture was “Annie Hall.” (Some would argue “Shakespeare in Love” was a comedy, or at least a cheeky romp. And there’s no category for Cheeky Romp.) If we’d had a Best Comedy category all these years, films such as”Young Frankenstein,” “Airplane!’, “Groundhog Day,” “When Harry Met Sally…” “Tropic Thunder,” “Animal House,” “Beverly Hills Cop,”  “Being There,” “Big” and “Lost in America” might have gotten their due.


What would be more exciting next year: a list of 10 Best Picture nominees, including several that have no chance, or separate categories of Best Drama and Best Comedy? Nearly every year, the five Best Picture nominees would all have been in the Best Drama category anyway; now you’d have a fresh new category that would appeal to that much-desired younger demographic. It wouldn’t cheapen the Oscars any more than the Best Animated category did.

What a dumb, dumb move  by the Academy. They finally make a big move—-and it’s the wrong move.

“Groundhog Day,” starring…Tom Hanks??

Wednesday, June 24th, 2009

Last night at a Q-and-A at the AMC River East in Chicago, Harold Ramis revealed that Tom Hanks was his original choice to star in “Groundhog Day.” Hanks later told Ramis it worked much better with Bill Murray as the lead, because “Audiences would have been sitting there waiting for me to become nice, because I always play nice. But Bill’s such a miserable S.O.B. on and off screen, you didn’t know what was going to happen.”

Sox and the Kindle.

Wednesday, June 24th, 2009



Nice write-up from Publishers Weekly about the Kindle edition of my book Sox and the City:

“Roeper, a Chicago Sun-Times columnist and co-host of Ebert & Roeper, grew up an impenetrable and sometimes irritable Sox fan. Here, he examines the history and culture of Chicago’s second baseball team, and his personal history as a fan, with the kind of devotion usually reserved for family memoirs…Naturally, Roeper peppers his narrative with movie references, as well as fun sidebars and details about long-forgotten games and players. His irreverent style-alternately witty and abrasive-recalls Chuck Klosterman’s essays on pop culture and music, and his take on such subjects as the old Comiskey Park and the joys of owning season tickets for a losing team are detailed, funny and quick. Sox fans will love this one, Cubs fans will mock it and the unaffiliated will better understand what it means to be a true baseball fan.”

Sox and the City

Real or fake?

Monday, June 22nd, 2009

Real or fake?

As soon as this amateur video of a kid making an incredible shot hit YouTube, the doubters started weighing in, claiming it was a fake. If it IS a fake, it’s an incredible effort that would require some expert video editing—-not to mention the cooperation of dozens of students who perfectly play their parts. (“I played the burly guy in the black T-shirt who ducks just a little bit when the shot is taken. It’s my best work yet.”)

But this is the thing about the times in which we live: any “amazing” video making the rounds, any photo purporting to show two celebrities in a compromising position, any “celebrity sex tape,” will automatically be subject to suspicion. The technology is so advanced, and there are so many people out there who love hoaxing the world, that there will always be doubt in the air.

That will never change. The technology will only get better, and the burden of proving something is authentic will become more and more difficult.

Perez Hilton vs.

Monday, June 22nd, 2009

Like millions of other entertainment fans who enjoy the voyeuristic guilty pleasure of reading and hearing about the lives of the rich and famous and bratty and beautiful, I often visit Perez Hilton’s web site for the latest juicy gossip. In five years, Perez has turned his site into a powerhouse and has become a celebrity himself. He’s got a book, he’s always on TV, and he’s often photographed in the company of the very celebs he writes about.

It’s amazing, really. Here’s a guy who writes some of the nastiest insults imaginable about public figures—-yet he’s invited to be a judge at the Miss USA pageant (Perez asked the infamous question about gay marriage to Carrie Prejean), he presents at awards shows, he glams it up with starlets and pop sensations.

You gotta figure some of these celebs would rather befriend Perez than get lambasted in on his site. Become one of his favorites and he won’t call you “fugly” or draw a penis on your picture. (Hey. We’re not talking about Dorothy Parker-level humor here.) Decades ago, Warren Beatty hired the great and much-feared film critic Pauline Kael to be a consultant for Paramount Pictures, thus defanging her. Kael quit after just a few months. In Chicago, a TV critic named Gary Deeb was viciously entertaining; then the ABC affiliate in Chicago hired him and he became the very blow-dried windbag he used to scorn. You see Perez doing more TV and getting more involved in the business, and you know he’ll be much more likely to stay away from ripping anyone who might help his own career.

On a side note: I’ve met Perez a couple of times and he’s always been nice to me. I’ve been mentioned on his site maybe three-four times. I do not have the career or the personal life that would make me constant fodder for his site, and for that I am eternally grateful.

Now that Perez has become a celebrity himself and he’s constantly mingling with the celebrity world, you had to figure it was only a matter of time before someone confronted him. That’s what happened over the weekend in Toronto, with Perez claiming he was attacked and offering a rebuttal.

Perez talks about alleged attack

Perez is right: violence is never the answer. Nobody should be punching anybody. We all agree on that. But more than a few commenters on Perez’ site are saying he got what he deserved—that if you’re going to carve out a very lucrative career by tearing people down with comments that often cross the line, you can’t be shocked when you’re confronted by one of the people you’ve demeaned. In his video, Perez identifies himself by his real name because he wants us to understand he was attacked as a human being. Fair enough. But when he’s writing about the children of celebrities or he’s calling a woman “fugly,” he can’t rationalize it by saying they’re public figures and they knew the rules of the game. They’re human beings too, my friend.

The Secret of The Secret: it’s bullshit.

Wednesday, June 17th, 2009

Giuliana Rancic seems like a sweet lady, and I’m sure she means well—-but when I read another celebrity touting “The Secret,” I just cringe.

Giuliana Rancic and \”The Secret\”

From my book “Debunked!”, my feelings on this phenomenon:


         I read The Secret and I have to admit it was very effective on one level: it gave me a decent workout, as I had to keep getting up and retrieving the book after hurling it across the room in disgust.

         Rhonda Byrne and her army of associates and disciples would have you believe there’s a conspiracy of smart, enlightened people in the world who have long held access to the great solution of success in life—and you, too, can possess this “inside knowledge” if you just buy the crap she’s peddling.

         What’s amazing to me is that Oprah, Larry King, Ellen Degeneres, Montel Williams and other opinion-shapers have embraced this book, when they should be denouncing it as immoral, unethical and spiritually bankrupt.

         Byrne’s entire philosophy is based on “The Law of Attraction,” which states that if you fully dedicate your thoughts and dreams and whishes to achieving something, the universe will act in accordance with your thoughts and make these things happen.

         Here’s how Byrne described it in an e-mail to the AP:

         “The law of attraction says that like attracts like, and when you think and feel what you want to attract on the inside, the law will use people, circumstances and events to magnetize what you want to you, and magnetize you to it.”

         Hence the term “chick magnet.”

         Like a lot of people who have made it, Byrne falls into the trap of believing she made it primarily because she had big dreams, and more than anything, she wanted those dreams to come true. You get this every year at Oscar time, when some genetically gifted, talented and extremely fortunate person says, “This proves that if you want something bad enough and you never let your dream die, you can make it all the way to the top! If you don’t stop dreaming, it will happen to you!”

         Maybe. Probably not. There are millions upon millions of people who work hard and wish hard and dream hard—just as hard as the superstars of the world–and never become rich or famous or even financially comfortable and respected by their peers. Winners of the life lottery often make the mistake of thinking they tapped into a special kind of belief system that made their dreams come true, when the reality is it was probably a mix of hard work, God-given talent, and being in the right place at the right time.

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         According to author and “personal empowerment advocate” Lisa Nichols, one of the inside secrets of The Secret is understanding that “the law of attraction doesn’t compute ‘don’t’ or ‘not’ or ‘no,’ or any other words of negation. As you speak words of negation, this is what the law of attraction is receiving:

         ‘I don’t want to spill something on this outfit.’

         ‘I want to spill something on this outfit and I want to spill more things.’


         ‘I don’t want a bad haircut.’

         I want bad haircuts.’


         ‘I don’t want to be delayed.’

         ‘I want delays.’


         ‘I don’t want to catch the flu.’

         ‘I want to catch the flu and to catch more things.’


         So on one level the law of attraction can grant your every wish—but on another level, the law of attraction is apparently dumber than a puppy. You have to spell things out in a specific, non-negative way, or the universe won’t respond.

         Here’s an idea. Most people who say, “I don’t want a bad haircut” actually don’t want a bad haircut, unless they were in certain 1980s power metal bands.

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         Byrne’s load of baloney includes the claim that overweight people need only to think the right thoughts, and they’ll be thin.

         “The first thing to know is that if you focus on losing weight, you will attract back having to lose more weight, so get ‘having to lose weight’ out of your mind,” writes Byrne, and if that makes sense to you I’ll bet you’re a Soduko expert as well.

[T]he condition of being overweight was created through your thought to it,” she writes. “To put it in the most basic terms, if someone is overweight, it came from thinking ‘fat thoughts,’ whether that person was aware of it or not. A person cannot think ‘thin thoughts’ and be fat. It completely defies the law of attraction.”

         Okay, let’s put aside the slippery notion that you might have been thinking “fat thoughts” even though you didn’t know you were thinking those thoughts, which is a great way for Byrne to cover her ass. How about the loopy idea that thinking “thin thoughts” makes it impossible for you to be overweight? Really? Even if you’re suffering from a medical condition that causes one to be overweight, or your body type is predisposed to being a little heavier? You can overcome that by thinking “thin thoughts”?

         That’s right, says Byrne.

         “Whether people have been told they have a slow thyroid, a slow metabolism or their body size is hereditary, these are all disguises for thinking ‘fat thoughts.’ If you accept any of those conditions as applicable to you…you will continue to [be] overweight.”

         So tell the doctor to screw off, get your mind right and feel free to hit the drive-through window at McDonald’s!

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         Byrne: “The most common thought that people hold, and I held it too, is that food was responsible for my weight gain. That is a belief that does not serve you, and in my mind now it is complete balderdash! Food is not responsible for putting on weight. It is your thought that food is responsible for putting on weight that actually has food put on weight…Food cannot cause you to put on weight, unless you think it can.”

         After “beefing up” to “a hefty 143 pounds,” the small-framed Byrne says she now maintains “my perfect weight of 116 pounds and I can whatever I want.”

         In that case, I have a challenge for Byrne: let’s see her eat whatever she wants for a month, as long as that menu includes three big meals a day, plus snacks, plus desserts. At the end of the month, if she hasn’t gained a pound, I’ll eat page 62 of my copy of The Secret.

Byrne even advises shunning overweight people:

“If you see people who are overweight, do not observe them, but immediately switch your mind to the picture of you in your perfect body and feel it.”

That might be a bit hard if the overweight people in your life include your mom or your spouse or your best friend or your boss—but hey, you’re trying to think “thin thoughts,” so those relationships might have to suffer for the time being, what with you not even observing these folks.

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According to The Secret, you can manipulate the universe to get things you want. The DVD version shows a woman ogling a necklace in a store window. She thinks and wishes real hard—and presto! She’s wearing the necklace. (I believe that trick was first performed on the third season of “Bewitched.” Or was it “I Dream of Jeannie”?)

“[A] ten-year-old boy named Colin…had seen and loved ‘The Secret,’ begins one story in the book. “Colin’s family made a weeklong visit to Disney World, and on their first day they experienced long lines at the park. So that night, just before Colin fell asleep, he thought, ‘Tomorrow, I’d love to go on all the big rides and never have to wait in line.’ ”

According to the book, the next day Colin’s family was chosen as Epcot’s First Family of the Day, which meant they’d be escorted around the park by a staff member and given VIP passes entitling them to instant access to all rides—no waiting in lines.

But what if six other kids at Disney that day had watched “The Secret” on DVD and had wished with equal fervor for all-access treatment? Why did Colin “win”? Not to mention the fact that a 10-year-old is being taught to harbor selfish wishes. Wouldn’t it be nice if he wished that some other kid—maybe a sick kid going through some rough times—would get to “go on the big rides and never have to wait in line”?

One of the big keys to The Secret seems to be getting yourself into an extremely selfish mindset, 24/7.

Even more insidious than the just-wish-for-it mentality is the explicitly stated belief that if bad things happen to you, it’s your own damn fault. According to the teachers of The Secret, if you’re broke it’s because you have too many negative thoughts keeping money from reaching you, and if you’re sick it’s because you believed you could become sick. Without exception, everyone deserves what he or she gets.

This is a stunningly odious philosophy. Are we truly to believe that children born with life-shortening illnesses, that victims of terrorism and genocide, that starving families in Africa, should blame themselves for their godforsaken bad fortune? Tell the widow of a 9/11 victim or the mother of a child with cancer or the father who has just buried his seven-year-old son that was struck and killed by a car that if only those victims had believed in the Law of Attraction, they would have been just fine. Go ahead, tell them.

“You cannot ‘catch’ anything unless you think you can, and thinking you can is inviting it to you with your thought,” says The Secret.

And: “Disease cannot live in a body that’s in a healthy emotional state.”        

And: “You don’t have to fight to get rid of a disease. Just the simple process of letting go of negative thoughts will allow your natural state of health to emerge within you. And your body will heal itself.”

Seabiscuit’s stall never contained so much horseshit. You can be the all-time master of positive thought—and you still might get cancer or have a stroke or suffer a heart attack. Every positive thinker and great leader in the history of the world has eventually died from something. How could that happen if they were acting as magnets of positive energy?

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Not only does The Secret tell you that you can achieve wealth, success and even love through positive thoughts—it also says you shouldn’t dwell on the negative, even if you’re trying to change the negative, because that will just add more energy to that downer of a situation.

According to the book, protesting a war “creates more war.” If you’re angry about human suffering, you’re contributing to that suffering by adding extra energy to it.

“The anti-drug movement has actually created more drugs,” claims the book. “Because we’re focusing on what we don’t want—drugs!”

This is the book Oprah has blessed with two full shows. A book that tells you if you want something or someone, all you have to do is visualize it happening, and it will happen. A book that tells you not to observe fat people, lest their overweight-ness invade your thoughts. A book that says we should blame the victim—that if something shitty and tragic happens to you, you had it coming. A book that says you shouldn’t get involved in fighting injustice, because it only adds to the injustice.

I believe there’s nothing wrong with a little positive thinking. Hell, there’s nothing wrong with a LOT of positive thinking. If you dwell on the negative all the time, if you walk around with a spiritual black cloud over your head, of course you’re going to make your own life and the lives of others more difficult.

But I don’t know how anyone can keep a straight face while selling The Secret. The world is filled with positive people who never get out from under a lifetime of pain and disappointment—and miserable bastards who catch one lucky break after another.

There really IS a conspiracy at work here. It’s not a conspiracy of enlightened leaders who know the secret of the universe is the Law of Attraction; it’s the conspiracy of self-help hucksters to sell all these cheap, warmed-over ideas to people who are so desperate to believe in quick-fix, New Age “solutions” that they’ll believe all this bullshit.






Interviews Gone Wild

Wednesday, June 17th, 2009

Artie Lange and Joe Buck

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