“George Clooney needs a “Magic Johnson” wife to drag along on Hillary’s campaign trail, and it looks like they’ve found him one. I wonder if George has even met the poor girl yet.” [Damien LeGallienne]
The most recent jibber-jabber in the world of the American Simpleton is now all about the upcoming George Clooney fake marriage. Guys who do hair and women who do nails and housework — confirmed bachelors who work in retail etc., cannot get enough of this malarkey. They love it because it beats having to learn about something real or important.
The Clooney gang has put the ultra-fake machine into overdrive because they are gearing up for the Hillary Clinton Presidential campaign, and of course they are going to need a wholesome image for their man Clooney.
George Clooney needs a “Magic Johnson” wife to drag along on the Hillary campaign trail and it looks like they’ve found him one. I wonder if George has even met the poor girl yet.
In any event, the driven nature of the American Simpleton as a variety of humanoid, is to live vicariously through the real or imagined adventures of celebrities and star athletes — people who would step over their corpses in the gutter were they to have a massive stroke on Sunset Blvd.
Putting that little bit of anthropology aside, allow me to say that nothing about George Clooney besides the shit and piss in his toilet is genuine or sincere or real. He is the ultimate impostor and the average simpleton in the USA has elevated him to the kind of status that all impostors crave — he is believed and beloved in spite of the fact that his entire life is invented and scripted.
George Clooney has taken impostor-ship to a new level — he thinks he can invent pretty much say, or do, or lay claim to anything and everything and that everyone will believe it. It’s the worst kind of hubris, and if you know anything about the word hubris (which many of you do not) you will learn that it means more than just arrogance.. It’s a malignant type of arrogance that leads to a tragic downfall. Yes, it’s true. Look it up and learn something.
Okay, so let’s examine why George Clooney is an impostor and why the simpletons of the USA and Europe (not so much) think so highly of a man whose only truth lies in the toilet.
George Clooney is not really handsome or virile or sexy. That’s all been invented by his press people. For 20 years — in spite of never having had a hit film or TV show — George Clooney’s people put his “Scruffy in Armani” pictures on People-ish magazines and millions of morons who browse or buy from the rack at the supermarket are instantly conned into believing that it’s a true fact.
It’s Orwellian. “This is the image of a handsome man and this is what has been determined to be the watermark of male beauty.”
It’s not out of the question that some women and men might find Clooney to be attractive because even the ugliest of the ugly ultimately finds someone who finds him or her to be attractive.
Dean Martin sang the song, “Everybody Loves Somebody Sometime” and for every George Clooney who has a hundred press people working overtime to propagate the lie that their man is an Adonis, there are millions of ordinary to outright ugly guys who have at least one old, desperate slut at the bar chasing after them.
Keep in mind that George is not butt ugly, but in real life he would go unnoticed. He has millions of dollars to take what little he has and work with it so as to create the illusion of good lucks and sophistication and virility. In my opinion, like Rock Hudson who came before him — and luckily not in him — Clooney is a closet queen who masquerades as a swinging bachelor. He’s living in a Frank Sinatra movie circa 1963 only this Frank Sinatra has a hint of mint. He looks 15 years older than he is and his body is thin, frail and ugly and dark and waxed and plucked. Rock Hudson, on the other hand, was actually handsome and he wasn’t a phony. Hudson was forced to hide his gayness. He never stood on sanctimony — playing the gay-adjacent game.
So, Simpletons of the USA, prepare yourself for the new First Lady of the American red carpet because she will be coming to a whistle-stop Presidential campaign spot near you. Ah yes, Mrs. George Clooney. Look for her because she has been hand-picked by marketing experts, and she will bring along her shy and retiring and totally phony stupid and politically moronic and untalented husband. After the election George will back with the guys on the gay Greek island of Mikonos — and the wife will have a movie career.