The Thin Man
He is an arrogant SOB, so full of himself he must shop at the Big & Large Men's Store just to find pants that fit. He thinks he knows the truth, but the reality is, he makes it up. As a documentary film maker, he is able to take bits of the truth and edit it the way he wants, to tell the story he wants to tell, even though it didn't really happen that way.
On talk shows, he comes across as intelligent, but that, too, is a creation. Since he knows days, if not weeks in advance of his scheduled appearance, he writes his script, and the talk show hosts and producers are only too interested to allow him his little charade, because he says what they want to believe.
No one really noticed that he doesn't do sit-down interviews, only topical talk shows to sell his movie -- a place where the hosts are either in it for the laughs, or they're just too good looking for newspapers or radio. This gives both host and guest a comfortable ground where neither is challenged, nor works too hard -- if at all.
The Filmmaker may be close to 400 pounds, but his veneer is transparent. His political agenda is all that matters, and how it is achieved isn't important. If that means misleading people, or just making up facts, then that's okay. The ends really do justify the means, and if it means getting his way in the end, so much the better.
So when it didn't, and the man he so bitterly opposed publicly and in his skewed film was elected to the highest office in the land, he tried to label the process a scam, and insisted the system is flawed.
Of course it is. But it always has been, and when it worked to his advantage in past elections, that was okay. Now it's different.
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No one was really surprised that he was found dead. There were reports that when the networks announced the winner of the election, he passed out in his hotel room. He collapsed from the disappointment, the rumors said. Whether it was true or not, in the days, weeks and months that followed, he stayed in seclusion, even turning away friends. His wife became worried, but did nothing.
On July 21, he was found on his sofa, a gunshot wound to the head. A gun on the floor by his feet. The police did all the requisite tests, and labelled the case a suicide. And it might as well have been. When one stakes their reputation on the lies they have created, only to have the broad determination of the electorate ignore you and pass you by, one might understand the despondancy. He so hated the man who was now President, that even his own life was less important than his hatred.
His journal indicated thoughts of an assassination, even a few unlikely scenarios, but in the end, he nixed these ideas since the vice president, in his eyes, was worse -- more evil. He once said on one of his talk-show appearances "Two wrongs don't make a right, but two idiots can run the country." It was a line he worked on for over a month before using it, and he gave it an actor's reading, relishing the uproarious laughter that followed.
Now he lies in a double-sized casket, his life's work a footnote to his own failures. There were a flurry of conspiracy theories, that someone in the "evil" government had silenced him, but those proved fruitless since he had done a good job of silencing himself before ending it all.
If you ask his widow, well, she wasn't talking, but it did seem curious that she had contacted a lawyer -- a divorce lawyer -- weeks before the suicide. It was also interesting that their prenuptual agreement kept her away from his fortune in the event of a divorce. But not a death.
Of course, the matter was all speculation, even when she packed up, sold the house and moved to a Caribbean estate. The gun that killed him had only his fingerprints. The experts said the entire death scene was -- based on the evidence -- the result of a suicide. There was nothing to indicated anything otherwise.
They certainly couldn't use as evidence the widow's recent relationship with a Washington politician of some repute who was a member of the ruling party. That one was over, and almost beside the point. Just because the circumstances were suspicious, the evidence didn't lie. Especially when The Filmaker's journal indicated he knew about his wife's activities, and this, mixed with the political loss and public humiliation of being ignored over something he felt so passionately about, simply led him to a despondancy that he saw no way out of.
Did she do it on purpose, flaunt her affair with a political enemy of her huband's so that he would kill himself? Perhaps, but probably not. The prenup said that if she divorced him, she got nothing. If he divorced her, however, she got half. He would not, however, divorce her for another woman. No other woman would have him. He was too large, did not smell good, and was sexually incompetent. He didn't care. All that mattered were his thoughts -- his ideas, even if they were paper thin and useless. The widow was probably flaunting her affair so he would file for divorce, and give her half.
Instead, he gave more than she could dream of. Not only did she get it all, but she never had to deal with him again. No more looking at him, smelling him, or listening to him orate on the evils of the political party he detested. He was in the ground, and she was in paradise.
God Bless America.
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(c) 2005 Eric Dalen
On talk shows, he comes across as intelligent, but that, too, is a creation. Since he knows days, if not weeks in advance of his scheduled appearance, he writes his script, and the talk show hosts and producers are only too interested to allow him his little charade, because he says what they want to believe.
No one really noticed that he doesn't do sit-down interviews, only topical talk shows to sell his movie -- a place where the hosts are either in it for the laughs, or they're just too good looking for newspapers or radio. This gives both host and guest a comfortable ground where neither is challenged, nor works too hard -- if at all.
The Filmmaker may be close to 400 pounds, but his veneer is transparent. His political agenda is all that matters, and how it is achieved isn't important. If that means misleading people, or just making up facts, then that's okay. The ends really do justify the means, and if it means getting his way in the end, so much the better.
So when it didn't, and the man he so bitterly opposed publicly and in his skewed film was elected to the highest office in the land, he tried to label the process a scam, and insisted the system is flawed.
Of course it is. But it always has been, and when it worked to his advantage in past elections, that was okay. Now it's different.
-----
No one was really surprised that he was found dead. There were reports that when the networks announced the winner of the election, he passed out in his hotel room. He collapsed from the disappointment, the rumors said. Whether it was true or not, in the days, weeks and months that followed, he stayed in seclusion, even turning away friends. His wife became worried, but did nothing.
On July 21, he was found on his sofa, a gunshot wound to the head. A gun on the floor by his feet. The police did all the requisite tests, and labelled the case a suicide. And it might as well have been. When one stakes their reputation on the lies they have created, only to have the broad determination of the electorate ignore you and pass you by, one might understand the despondancy. He so hated the man who was now President, that even his own life was less important than his hatred.
His journal indicated thoughts of an assassination, even a few unlikely scenarios, but in the end, he nixed these ideas since the vice president, in his eyes, was worse -- more evil. He once said on one of his talk-show appearances "Two wrongs don't make a right, but two idiots can run the country." It was a line he worked on for over a month before using it, and he gave it an actor's reading, relishing the uproarious laughter that followed.
Now he lies in a double-sized casket, his life's work a footnote to his own failures. There were a flurry of conspiracy theories, that someone in the "evil" government had silenced him, but those proved fruitless since he had done a good job of silencing himself before ending it all.
If you ask his widow, well, she wasn't talking, but it did seem curious that she had contacted a lawyer -- a divorce lawyer -- weeks before the suicide. It was also interesting that their prenuptual agreement kept her away from his fortune in the event of a divorce. But not a death.
Of course, the matter was all speculation, even when she packed up, sold the house and moved to a Caribbean estate. The gun that killed him had only his fingerprints. The experts said the entire death scene was -- based on the evidence -- the result of a suicide. There was nothing to indicated anything otherwise.
They certainly couldn't use as evidence the widow's recent relationship with a Washington politician of some repute who was a member of the ruling party. That one was over, and almost beside the point. Just because the circumstances were suspicious, the evidence didn't lie. Especially when The Filmaker's journal indicated he knew about his wife's activities, and this, mixed with the political loss and public humiliation of being ignored over something he felt so passionately about, simply led him to a despondancy that he saw no way out of.
Did she do it on purpose, flaunt her affair with a political enemy of her huband's so that he would kill himself? Perhaps, but probably not. The prenup said that if she divorced him, she got nothing. If he divorced her, however, she got half. He would not, however, divorce her for another woman. No other woman would have him. He was too large, did not smell good, and was sexually incompetent. He didn't care. All that mattered were his thoughts -- his ideas, even if they were paper thin and useless. The widow was probably flaunting her affair so he would file for divorce, and give her half.
Instead, he gave more than she could dream of. Not only did she get it all, but she never had to deal with him again. No more looking at him, smelling him, or listening to him orate on the evils of the political party he detested. He was in the ground, and she was in paradise.
God Bless America.
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(c) 2005 Eric Dalen
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