Ever notice how the media and petulant adolescents resemble each other? Both groups tend to have an allergic reaction to any hint of authority that threatens to ruin their "fun" or deprive them of "liberty". A symbiotic relationship seems to exist between Hollywood and their adolescent robots who lap up the pablum which is fed to them and which turns them into caricatures of young men and women. Evil is duping someone into believing that you understand them when all you want to do is to exploit them for your own selfish ends. Hollywood does that better than any pimp or politician.
The drive-by media are to truth what fast food restaurants are to cuisine. Hollywood is to morality what heroin is to vegetables. Hollywood—or is that Hollow-wood?—and its paramours in the drive-by media gleefully turn people's lives into slogans, slogans that can and frequently do become slick advertisements for Hollywood executives' moral superiority.
Should there be any surprise that Mr. Gibson is considered a pariah among the glitterati when the power-people judging him have a moral compass that is firmly fixed in the direction of schadenfreude and self-righteousness? Hollywood is not known for its consistent application of moral outrage, is it?
'Why not let Hollywood crucify its own, eh?' That's a dangerous thought. Self righteousness is a subtle business, and Hollywood represents self righteousness (and the attendant loss of empathy due to its blinding effects) on steroids. Sophisticated holier-than-thou types miss what is obvious to normal folk who typically resist the temptation to make themselves feel good by tearing down others. It's one thing to comment on behaviour and limit criticism to behaviour for the sake of the good of the person, for his or her reformation. It is another thing entirely to attempt to make someone into the devil and consign them to hell. In those cases where members of the media—journalists, producers, corporate moguls—thrive on robbing someone of the possibility of conversion by sealing someone's character within the narrow confines of some agnostic or atheistic despair, they are merely projecting their own inadequacies and irrational fears on to others. People who live in and enjoy a hell of their own making should not be surprised when that hell becomes real for eternity.
People have every right to turn away from Hollywood sociopathy and, with the goal of healthy self preservation, find ways to detoxify their minds and restore their moral sanity. Let the obvious be said: books are better than movies. Good books, it goes without saying, free the imagination. Movies, even well made movies, tend to do everything for the viewer, like a pre-fabricated toy given to a young child. There are toys which enable creativity, and there are toys which stunt the imagination. Give a child a Lego set and watch the fun be repeated again and again as they build worlds within worlds. A cardboard box can become many things. A child soon grows tired of the toy which cannot be transformed and reconfigured to the imagination.
During “Big Questions with Even Bigger Stars,” a cheeky introductory segment that called to mind Colbert’s skit with Michelle Obama—this one featured the host and the star lying down and talking as they stared dreamily up toward the heavens of the Ed Sullivan Theater—Colbert asked Gibson, “Hey, Mel-Mels? When you look back on your life, do you think you’ll have any regrets?”“No,” came the reply. “Not one.”
The audience laughed at this, knowing enough about Mel-Mel’s past to understand that it was meant to be a laugh line.
“Really? Not one?” Colbert persisted.
“No, not one,” came the reply. The audience laughed some more.
Colbert: "Really?! Not one?"Gibson: "No, not one. [laughter] They (his regrets) tend to come in clusters." [laughter]Colbert: "Oh, I see."
Point of fact—Hollywood needs Gibson because Hollywood's ability to narrate life is largely impotent, stalled on what Hollywood thinks life should be rather than telling stories which engage the imagination and which do not pollute the mind with cheap imitations of the human experience.
One can and should pray for Mr. Gibson and pray for his now ex-wife, Robyn Gibson and their children. Pray, too, for his daughter Lucia with ex-girlfriend Oskana Grigorieva, and pray for his current girlfriend Rosalind Ross who is expecting Gibson's ninth child.
If Christmas isn't already a complicated time of year, made so by us wacky human beings, imagine the Gibson household and pray for true peace to lead moms and dad and children to the One Who can make sense out of our lives—the One Who can, if we cooperate with grace, transform hearts and repair lives.
Laudetur Iesus Christus!