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What a dick.
Maybe I shouldn’t judge him so harshly. There is, after all, a brotherhood among men who have split with the mothers of their children and are trying to make the best of things. I got my laminated membership card, and so does Alec Baldwin.
But I wouldn’t say this shit, especially to my kid. Especially about his Mom…that’s just over the line. And Lord knows, I’ve been put in the same situation. Which is to say, once in awhile, now and then, I get a reminder that some other people have other things to think about on this great big planet besides li’l ol’ me. Perhaps that isn’t quite as enormous of a surprise to someone like me as it is to someone like Baldwin.
But he’s entitled to his privacy, is he not? If our situations were reversed, Baldwin would respect my privacy, would he not? Perhaps. Unless I was important enough to stand in the way of something Baldwin wanted to have happen, politically. And then he wouldn’t. Take it to the bank. What if Rush Limbaugh yelled at a little girl this way and his ravings were caught on tape, what would Alec do about that?
Come to think on it — as gifted as an actor as I regard Alec Baldwin to be, the thought occurs to me. His most shining contributions to his chosen craft seem to have something to do with the angry monologue. Can’t think of an exception to this. Real talent would have given him a respectable range, but maybe he’s just been using the tried-and-true Leonardo DiCaprio “accept roles similar to what you are in real life” ploy. Which might explain why his characters are almost always assholes. Maybe Henry Hyde should take out a restraining order.
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