I feel a little weird listening to Mel Gibson’s rants. I really do. Something about it has been making me uncomfortable (apart from the obviously explosive bleeped out bits every two seconds and threats of violence) and I wasn’t entirely sure what.
I did have inkling, though. It had something to do with the whole invasion of privacy thing. You know, the same privacy you and I are afforded when we have a massive blue with our partners (c’mon, we’ve all been there).
First, let’s be clear here. The man is positively unhinged. He sounds like a psychotic, misogynist, racist animal and anyone who hits a woman – and while she is holding a baby! – should have his head read and after that, fed to the bloody wolves. His downward spiral can be traced back to the anti-Semitic rants of some years ago and since then it seems that no amount of anger management classes are working for Mr Gibson. I am thinking he’d be losing Facebook friends at an alarming rate right about now.
But, don’t you think it’s a tad sneaky for his ex-lover Oksana Grigorieva to be taping conversations so they can be broadcast to the world? Why? Yes, I understand it is so we can all know just who this person really is. And clearly she wants to explode the movie star image he presents to the public (although he has been doing a pretty good job of destroying that all by himself in recent years).
Okay, we well and truly know now that he is a grade one a-hole, but do we really have to hear more of his tirades? Hasn’t listening to this shame-and-tell tale now crossed over to sheer voyeurism on our part? The turning point came for me when Nine News reporter Chris Urquhart watched the latest mad outburst on a giant plasma screen during the 6pm Sydney bulletin then turned to viewers to further explain what we’d just seen. Um, no explanation needed. Can we stop this already? Geez, how many tapes does Oksana have?
If this is a cry for help for her safety, why doesn’t she go to the police to resolve this very serious, very urgent matter?
What do you think?
I did have inkling, though. It had something to do with the whole invasion of privacy thing. You know, the same privacy you and I are afforded when we have a massive blue with our partners (c’mon, we’ve all been there).
First, let’s be clear here. The man is positively unhinged. He sounds like a psychotic, misogynist, racist animal and anyone who hits a woman – and while she is holding a baby! – should have his head read and after that, fed to the bloody wolves. His downward spiral can be traced back to the anti-Semitic rants of some years ago and since then it seems that no amount of anger management classes are working for Mr Gibson. I am thinking he’d be losing Facebook friends at an alarming rate right about now.
But, don’t you think it’s a tad sneaky for his ex-lover Oksana Grigorieva to be taping conversations so they can be broadcast to the world? Why? Yes, I understand it is so we can all know just who this person really is. And clearly she wants to explode the movie star image he presents to the public (although he has been doing a pretty good job of destroying that all by himself in recent years).
Okay, we well and truly know now that he is a grade one a-hole, but do we really have to hear more of his tirades? Hasn’t listening to this shame-and-tell tale now crossed over to sheer voyeurism on our part? The turning point came for me when Nine News reporter Chris Urquhart watched the latest mad outburst on a giant plasma screen during the 6pm Sydney bulletin then turned to viewers to further explain what we’d just seen. Um, no explanation needed. Can we stop this already? Geez, how many tapes does Oksana have?
If this is a cry for help for her safety, why doesn’t she go to the police to resolve this very serious, very urgent matter?
What do you think?
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