And the Oscar Goes to?

It is almost time for the once again disappointing Oscars, when the Hollywood elite, consisting of Vinny and the rest of the Masonic Mob, cast their votes to award the best performances in motion pictures. However, there are some bones to pick about the Oscars and the motion pictures they nominate. As we know the most coveted golden boys are separated in a few categories, Best Picture, Best Actor/Actress, Best Supporting Actor/Actress, and Best Director. What continues to baffle my hopeless mind is why every year, the Oscar nominations are dominated by tiresome, boring, hold your drooping eyes open with a toothpick movies that were box office bombshells that nobody has seen. One could mention that the reason why this trivia is easily solved is that it takes high minded intelligence to patiently sit through these yawners, but the fact to the matter is, dude, it's boring!

George Clooney, star of Ocean's Eleven and, well Ocean's Eleven, is probably going to be nominated once again for an Oscar for his performance in Up in the Air, as he was nominated for a Golden Globe for best actor. Upon hearing this abomination of desolation, I could hardly calm my rapid heart as my mind continued to repeat, "Say it isn't so." But sadly, it is. The reason for my disagreement is when is George Clooney NOT George Clooney in his films? In almost every film I have tortured myself seeing, in which George Clooney was the leading man, he was Danny Ocean, a smart-ass, coincided man filled with nothing but one liners and dull humor. Lets see: Batman-Danny Ocean as Bruce Wayne, Syriana-Danny Ocean in the Middle East, From Dusk Till Dawn-Danny Ocean vs. Vampires, etc.

Another vulgar display of power the academy has shown to the American public is nominating Juno for Best Picture, Best Actress, (Ellen Page) and actually having the audacity to award the film with Best Original Screen Play (Diablo Cody) As I watched this picture with high expectations, I was soundly disappointed as I realized that many brainwashed, hardworking American labors, worked several long and stressful hours to purchase a single movie ticket and saw what they could see in any suburban town that has at least 1000 smart ass teenagers. I guess this was the suits way of attempting to get a much needed ratings boost by attracting other smart ass teenagers to watch their programming. Hears a word to the wise, if you want to get more ratings, then stop nominating movies that bomb at the box office! Stop awarding boring movies, that when you watch them, you yawn so forcefully that water creeps out of your straining eyes!

The Uncompromisable Truth is that the Vinny-committee nominates these atomic bombs in order to re-release boredom in our local theaters, so Mr. and Mrs. "Believe what you hear on TV" run out to spend their money on what they think will be wonderful entertainment, and eventually becomes a weapon of mass destruction. The final answer is money, money and more money. It's a way for the fat cats to get fatter as they release trash to the public, making them believe its better than Thanksgiving Dinner, and stuffing their already filled pockets with more pieces of green paper with dead people on it!

And that, my friends, is The Uncompromisable Truth.

Too Much "T n A"?

In our mentally challenged society today, I noticed that almost everything advertised by business execs to promote any product is "T n A". The other day, I was calmly sitting on my tattered love seat, when 20 feet from where I was at ease, my poetic thinking was interrupted by the new "Ricola" commercial. There are two dancers, obviously a mimic of the ever popular "Dancing with the Stars", dancing their lowly lives away, when all of a sudden, the gay-like male dancer begins to cough. (The acting of the cough is worse than George Clooney being George Clooney in every movie)It just so happens that as the gay-like male dancer began his sudden cough, that the long legged female dancer happen to land on the flat of his shoulders, upside down, allowing her unmentionables to become metionable.

Now, as she lay up there, showing more glory than the United States flag "Old Glory", the camera begins to focus more on the crack of her private area rather than the cough drop itself. Now this is all fine and dandy for most dullard people, who find this amusing, taking customized mental notes with them as they, well, you know, but what does her "T n A" have to do with Ricola cough drops. Is the American public so mentally challenged that they need to have a piece of skin to be implanted in their slow minds in order to remember to buy this menial product? If the grand intelligence of the business and marketing execs are discussing this in their meetings, then I have a suggestion for them, lower the freak-en price in place of this lousy advertising!

I also have a bone to pick with not only television, but also with talentless film makers and writers, who insist this trash is a "must" in order to sell tickets to their film. How embarrassing is it to be watching a film with your family, and a simple drama turns into deep throat 12. Even our children are subjected to this trash, when they put Inspector Gadget intensely staring at some dizzy broads rack and saying "Wowzers!" (I am not kidding, this was a real Saturday Morning Cartoon) What will be the next generation of programming, cartoons saying "F-You" to their parents, or Sponge Bob going at it with a ten cent hooker?"

The Uncompromisable Truth to this is that yes, there is too much "T n A" in both movies and television. Simpletons in the business believes that sex sells, and lame ideas that you will get some action if you use peachy folder is atrocious! I can not believe that people in the business are actually paid many green pieces of paper with dead men on it to come up with this trash. I have come to the conclusion that the geniuses behind this marketing scheme are filthy old men, sitting in meetings, sipping on Starbucks and brandy, coughing their lungs out as they lust at a chance to plunge the item they are selling. So enough of the "T n A" people, why don't you just make a product or film worth buying, then you will see this years depleted sales on the rise!

And that, my friends, is The Uncompromisable Truth!

Stop Death with Death?

Recently, the American public has been sensationally graced with programming breaks I like to call Death Commercials. Ever popular new drugs on the market include Yaz, TCA’s, Spiriva and other medications that have high risks involved with their users. One of these newly developed medications I heard about was a small little pill called Chantix. Upon watching this commercial I noticed an older woman, enjoying her now illustrious life, radiant face glistening in the bright yellow sun, a picture perfect smile from one end to another, dancing around the still of the green earth with an astonishing victory over a little tiny piece of paper with dead plants in it.

Now, contrary to popular belief, this is not what had peaked at my sense of interest. What did, however, was the serious risks one must take to defeat death, and that includes death. Some of the side effects mentioned upon taking this miracle pill are thoughts of suicide, hostility toward others, and many other things that seem to control the brain. Simply put, this is one of the stupidest methods to quit smoking I have ever seen besides falling asleep in the comfort of your own bed with a cigarette.

Can anyone make any sense of this? You want to stop smoking, so you take a pill that has a chance at putting you six feet under anyways? In my honest opinion, a little pill cannot control if you are going to be a jerk to other people. So let us redefine the risk of hostility toward one another. If you were a jerk face when you were puffing on a piece of paper with dead plants stuffed in it, you are most likely going to be a jerk face afterward. A pill cannot determine ones attitude poor attitude about life or the cards they are dealt.

The Uncompromisble Truth behind these pill poppers is another chance to feed yet another addiction. When a person relies on pills to extend their life and possibilities, that to me is no difference than one addicted to heroin or cocaine. I do, however, notice the continued lawsuits and death tolls that these miracle drugs and death commercials continue to produce as silly Mr. and Mrs. Smith continue to buy into to extend their tenure on this earth. It’s kind of like when Walt Disney decided to make himself a human flavored Disney Pop at the chance to be brought back to life, and for what reason, to complicate and depress the lives of others like you did when you were alive?

To sum it up, a pill cannot determine anything. As we continue to move in the 21st century, more and more mindless health nuts continue to try and prove that their lives are dwelling in the palm of their own hands, well have a nice taste of reality Chet, when it’s your turn, you cannot control the Godship! How about this? If you want to stop smoking, then stop smoking and keep your face shut! It’s nobody’s fault that you consider those little pieces of paper with dead plants in it your lifetime companion. Stop crying about how hard it is, try living in Cambodia, eating measured pieces of rice grains on a dirt floor you call your mattress and then come back to me on the subject of “Hard”.

And that, my friends, is The Uncompromisable Truth.

The Too Skinny Too Fat Debate?

Well, well...have we already come this far on the uncompromisable truth to have such heated topics only after a week of opening the doors for business? In America today we find the fat and skinny debate to be a rather popular one in magazines, newspapers, television, etc, but in my concluded findings, nobody ever speaks the plain truth about both sides of the spectrum, simply because they believe they should not offend their neighbor, and rather make fun of them behind closed doors where nobody can see them. Well, the uncompromisable truth blog is not about hiding behind closed doors.

You see, the fat and skinny debate is a serious mental problem spreading like peanut butter throughout the world. Liars will tell you that it is attractive, however, the eye does not lie. First, we come to the skinny. This is a trend among a lot of woman in this era, eating a piece of green leaf lettuce for dinner and wearing a five year old boys shirt, thinking in their head that this is adorably cute among the opposite sex. Well I am sorry but it is not. Eat a freak-en sandwich and get some meat on your body to grab onto. There is nothing more detestable than seeing a person purposely fitting the profile of a starving Cambodian child, and thinking to themselves that they are beautiful to behold.

If it was normal to be skin and bones, why do you have to A) Starve yourself until you pass out B) Puke your guts out until you pass out. The uncompromisable truth behind this is that people who do this are full of themselves, trying to gather everyone's undivided attention to feel sorry for your useless cause. So many of them say that the fault lies within the media, and the pressure to be thin is unbearable. Get real, you follow the trend because you feel like it. I have seen The Texas Chainsaw Massacre about 100 times, and I do not feel pressured to make rancid furniture out of a dead corpse. Get over it and eat!

Now we come to the fat. I am not talking about a little meat on the bones, I am talking big. Now a days, they call this “Big Beautiful Woman/Man”. I myself was overweight for a while there so anyone who is dragon faced about my darting words, can it! Is it big and beautiful to climb up the stairs and heave for air after five seconds? Is it big and beautiful when you eat a dozen chocolate doughnuts until you feel like you want to throw up?

The other day I heard on television that actress Gabourey Sidibe possesses the voluptuous curvy shape like Marylin Monroe. Are you kidding me? What other lies will you try to feed the desperately gullible American Public. The Uncompromisable Truth is that it is not “Big and Beautiful” to have severe health issues concerning your body weight. Another point I have about this issue is people blaming their weight gain from unrealistic causes. The truth is you ate too much, and by doing so you gained weight.

My tiny hope in this wretched world is that people would just be normal, mentally, emotionally and physically. The obsession of these topics is growing out of hand like continued lay offs across the red, white and blue. So to place simplicity to my many words in the body of this blog, its not attractive to be too skinny and too big, stop lying to yourself, your zebra stripes are not hiding anything...

And that, my friends, is The Uncompromisable Truth.

And the Winner of the Nobel Peace Prize is?

On October 9, 2009, The Norwegian Nobel Committee awarded 44th elected United States President Barack Obama with the Nobel Peace Prize for his "extraordinary efforts to strengthen international diplomacy and cooperation between peoples." Upon hearing this amazing press release, I began to violently choke on a small piece of warm, yellow corn bread, and my tongue literally dropped on the floor. The irony of it all was blending a Nobel "Peace" Prize title with a hint of declaring war on Afghanistan less than two months later.

I was simply amazed within my fragile spirit that Mr. President had received such an honor before actually fulfilling any promises yet to be fulfilled. Now I will give the Nobel Committee a break, there was no way to tell the future two short months later, but what I will not let off the hook consists of the following, what has Barack Obama done in the past year to receive this award? If long talks and failed promises gives you an opportunity for receiving the award, where do I sign up at?

Why don't we give a Nobel Peace Check to the many ailing states that are in a major crisis? Why don't we open up Nobel Peace Jobs so countless unemployed workers across the land of the free can actually buy some groceries without going to bed at night, wondering if next month they will have to reside in a seedy, ten cent motel? Many are the "economic" problems spoken from the fat horses mouth, and the same fat mouth is stealing the hay from the many horses just trying to survive.

Another shocking atrocity I witnessed on National T.V. was that Mr. Presidents dog, who is named Bo, actually has a Christmas stocking upon the bright lit fire place, and it is filled with Christmas gifts, courtesy of Mr. and Mrs. John Q. Taxpayer. Of all the atrocities I have seen, like de-funked 90's band Wilson Phillips hiring extra security for a concert that nobody attended, and Anna Nicole Smith's confession of undying love for a 1000 year old man, this gem has to pipe the whipped cream on the pie of forbidden atrocities. I mean really, a dog has a stocking and there are people in Alabama who are denied food stamps because they made ten cents too much that month!??

The Uncompromisable Truth to it all is that people who do nothing and care for nothing usually end up with everything, and those that do care, or want to make a difference, they are left with the ever decreasing short end of the broken stick. The Nobel Peace Prize is suppose to go to, and I quote, "a person shall have done the most or the best work for fraternity between nations, for the abolition or reduction of standing armies and for the holding and promotion of peace congresses." I am sure Alfred Nobel would turn over one hundred and fifty times in his grave if he found out the committee was issuing the award out like state IOU tax returns.

And that, my friends, is The Uncompromisable Truth.

Tis The Season To Be....Greedy?

While we are a mere 12 days before Christmas is official, there are a couple of not so sugary season feelings that I have that pertain to people’s ill attitude about their real “reason for the season”. Back some years ago, fortunate people use to celebrate Christmas as a time to be around others and their anxious children. There was nothing better on this day then watching their kid's excited little faces as they desperately tear apart the neatly colorful wrapping paper, taking no thought of the countless time you spent making sure that every crease was wrapped perfect.

Watching their little eyes grow wider as you eagerly take in their picture perfect expressions when they realize they received exactly what they were hoping for. It was a time when the warming scent of a newly lit fire flowed gracefully through the air, accompanying itself with the strong aroma of fresh brewed coffee. A time when cheerful laughter filled a busy living room, as each bright eye glared out of the foggy front door window to catch the first speckles of soft white snow falling toward the ground.

But in recent years this favorable Christmas tradition has turned itself into what we now call a selfish benefit, as some set their hopes on getting what they need to satisfy their ever hungry greed. Back in the day, an electronic shaver or a loud Christmas themed sweater would have tugged the hardened heart of any Scrooge, having the overall conclusion that the gifts were "all about the thought", and "I can not believe that someone would think about me".

But as we reach the new decade, this solemn attitude is harder to find than a tiny pearl hidden at the bottom of the ocean floor. Now a days, people get pissed if they do not find a 200 inch flat HDTV sitting by the lighted tree, having a great big red bow proudly displayed on top with their name written on it. Or waking up and strolling into the driveway and seeing a brand new, custom fitted, black SUV just for them. It seams as though the only thought that is given on Christmas, now a days, is coming from the suckers who agreeably act as incompetent slaves, who begin to shelter debt and worry in the pit of their stomach for the next 10 years, just to satisfy the receiving ends greed and obvious manipulation, that by buying such things would prove their love for them exists.

It personally makes me more sick than one with the swine flu, and wanting to regurgitate the turkey and stuffing I just had for dinner. Why has greed taken over our lives? Because we live in a generation of spoiled brats, who throw the worst of tantrums when we can not get what we want.

The Uncompromisable Truth of the manner is that Christmas is a time to give to others, not to momentarily satisfy your greed and chronic manipulation. True love is based on what you do for others, not what they can do for you. If you are one of those who only care about what you receive as gifts, than you are an official winner! So can it, stop thinking about yourself all day, and go ladle some soup for the homeless or something.

And that my friends is the uncompromisable truth!