When you are a spiteful little nothing of a person whose shortlist of shitty accomplishments include hawking bilious right-wing propaganda tracts to tea-party idiots who read at a fifth grade level, I can understand that Hollywood's making of a movie, Trumbo, about a true American Literary and Popular Arts lion, Dalton Trumbo, might cause a a bilestorm of rage and jealously, knowing that short of committing mass murder or sticking your empty head in an oven, one's own unremarkable career will never be writ on any larger page than that of the small-screen of fellow-traveling dipshtick Sean Hannity's lie-fest joke of a television show.
But so goes Coultergeist's life.
Hat-tip to Larry Ceplair over at Salon for alerting me to her garbage.
For those of you who might not be of an age to know, Dalton Trumbo was the writer of the brilliant Anti-war Novel "Johnny Got His Gun" which was written in 1938 and published days after Hitler invaded Poland precipitating WWII, in 1939. The idea for the book came from an article Trumbo had read about The Prince of Wales visiting a Canadian Veteran of WWI who had lost all of his limbs. In "Johnny" Trumbo's protagonist, Joe Bonham, has lost not only his arms and legs but also his facial features, rendering him unable to communicate the horror of his existence and his hatred for the nationalistic jingoism and martial buffoonery that landed him in it, by any method other than tapping out Morse code with his head upon his hospital bed pillow. Anxiety and tension grow in the novel as Joe wonders if his method of speaking out will ever be even recognized for what it is. Denouement comes about when Joe realizes to his further horror that, yes, his message was understood but will be willfully ignored by those who have a stake in his nation's next grand adventure into war. "Johnny", along with "Slaughterhouse Five", by WWII veteran Kurt Vonnegut, remain two of the most poignant and affecting Anti-War Novels written in the English Language. I read them both as a mid-teenager (during the height of the Vietnam War) and they still inform my heart and mind when idiots like Coulter and her vacuous neocon glitterati cronies beat their tired drums for yet another profitable war in the Mideast.
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