Of all the loathsome deeds Hollywood parasites get away with Oscar is a tick behind Hollywood degenerates above the law ābecause they are artistsā:
Anybody who owns items from books to buildings should have the right to sell them. Hollywood parasites toil away at the Academy of Arts and Sciences in one of the most heavily subsidized tax dollar industries ever created. The logic that gives them eternal ownership of Oscar statuettes escapes me. I suppose perpetual ownership originated with the guy who first said something like āMotion pictures is the only product you sell and still own them.ā
NOTE: Preventing a theater owner from demolishing a Broadway theater is a cottage industry all of its own.
Nobody who buys a ticket to see a movie thinks they own the film after they leave the theater. It is the same as watching a TV show or reading a book for free in a public library. Conversely, you own the CD of a TV movie you buy, and you own your copy of a book you purchase. Presumably, you can sell them whenever you please for whatever you can get without giving the original owner a piece of the pie.
Frankly, I do not give a ratās ass if Oscar gives wealthy individuals the shaft. I do support their Right to sell their property. Books and public libraries are another topic.
www.usmessageboard.com/history/286196-a-proper-use-for-libraries.html
Finally, liberals are not known as limousine liberals because they all get around town in limousines. They got the title because they dabble at defending the unwashed, the unloved, and the unappreciated.
Liberals regard the 1920s and ā30s as the era of Camelot; home to the wittiest, the most brilliant, the most creative people ever assembled at the same time in the Algonquin Hotel.
Liberals are convinced that the departed communicants who frequented the Algonquin Round Table said more of importance than did the host of the Last Supper and his quests.
Liberals seldom leave Baghdad on the Hudson. Whenever liberals do go abroad for business or pleasure they pine for Manhattan as Count Dracula longs to sleep in his native soil.
Liberals tolerate equals visiting Manhattan while holding them in contempt the instant they leave.
Liberals will never rest until every human being on the planet accepts the printing press as the second most important invention of all time; rapidly closing in on the wheel.
How do I know all of this since I never spent time with liberals? Easy answer: All of my adult life, I have been inundated by the importance liberals assigned to themselves, their opinions, and their worldview. I arrived at my conclusions from what liberals said over many decades in newspapers, in magazines, in movies, and on radio and television. Everything from the ātheaterā to the Metropolitan Opera, to the fawning over the author of the latest book that nobody except liberals ever reads, or the latest stage play that fewer than one percent of Americans would go see if they got free tickets.
One way or another, the rest of us hear about those authors, their books, and their plays just to make sure that we do not miss something important. I will bet you that two-hundred million Americans know the name of every liberal author that ever lived.
I will also bet you that not more than a minute number of Americans ever read books written by liberal authors. Yet talking about liberal authors, living and dead, is standard repartee for liberals. I can understand the reason for the talk when a sales pitch is selling books, etc. My guess is that they always talk about the same things when they are talking to one another just to show how well-informed they are.
Ultimately, liberalism is a soap opera because a liberal can awake from a fifty year coma without having missed a thing.
And then there is the publishing industry itself. The entire liberal community in America orbits around liberals in publishing. Liberals in the hinterland hold a janitor at the New York Times in higher esteem than Mother Teresa. Publishing is the turkey āā everything else is the trimmings.
p.s. Do not rush to label me a book burner because I am not knocking books per se. I simply do not want to pay a penny for somebody elseās choices. In short: I prefer making my own mistakes.
An Oscar bylaw, bolstered by a U.S. 9th Circuit Court of Appeals decision in 1991 that was affirmed again in 2015, forbids post-1951 honorees or anyone who inherits a statuette to peddle it in any way without first offering it back to the Academy for $10.
Leonardo DiCaprio, the Malaysians and Marlon Brando's Missing Oscar
by Gary Baum September 21, 2016, 6:30am PDT
Leonardo DiCaprio, the Malaysians and Marlon Brando's Missing Oscar
by Gary Baum September 21, 2016, 6:30am PDT
Leonardo DiCaprio, the Malaysians and Marlon Brando's Missing Oscar
Anybody who owns items from books to buildings should have the right to sell them. Hollywood parasites toil away at the Academy of Arts and Sciences in one of the most heavily subsidized tax dollar industries ever created. The logic that gives them eternal ownership of Oscar statuettes escapes me. I suppose perpetual ownership originated with the guy who first said something like āMotion pictures is the only product you sell and still own them.ā
NOTE: Preventing a theater owner from demolishing a Broadway theater is a cottage industry all of its own.
Nobody who buys a ticket to see a movie thinks they own the film after they leave the theater. It is the same as watching a TV show or reading a book for free in a public library. Conversely, you own the CD of a TV movie you buy, and you own your copy of a book you purchase. Presumably, you can sell them whenever you please for whatever you can get without giving the original owner a piece of the pie.
Frankly, I do not give a ratās ass if Oscar gives wealthy individuals the shaft. I do support their Right to sell their property. Books and public libraries are another topic.
Benjamin Disraeli (1804 ā 1881) was onto more than he knew when he had Mr. Phoebus, in Lothair, say:
Books are fatal: they are the curse of the human race. Nine-tenths of existing books are nonsense, and the clever books are the refutation of that nonsense. The greatest misfortune that ever befell man was the invention of printing.
I have to agree with Disraeli in that the printing press did not do much to eliminate mankindās appetite for brutality in the five and a half centuries since Johann Gutenberg (1400? - 1468?) invented movable type.
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There is a danger that Internet text will go the way of books in libraries where wisdom is suffocated by trivia. Disraeliās math was off āā one has to wade through 99.9999999999 percent crap to find one kernel of wisdom in a library.
Banning books from public libraries will hurt book sales in general. Hard-eyed realists in the publishing industry will not stand still for that turn of events. Indignant liberal-bumpkins who hate every other corporation in the world have no difficulty stooging for publishing empires.
The truth: There is nothing wrong with banning specific books from public libraries in a free society. PUBLIC is the operative word. Those of us who oppose liberal garbage should not be forced to support such books in public libraries. Works of fiction should be removed from every library that gets tax dollars from any source in any amount. Failure to remove fiction from a library should result in the loss of all public funding including the tax deduction for donations. The publishing industry should pay to house its literary artifacts in their museums.
Banning the sale of books is another matter. I would not ban the sale of any book no matter how offensive it might be to me. Buy all of the books you want, just donāt force me to share the cost of placing and maintaining your choices on library shelves.
Incidentally, if ever there was a canker on this countryās libraries it is this: Many pubic libraries now provide free movie-CDs. I, and many others, sure as hell donāt want public libraries used to promote Hollywoodās garbage.
XXXXX
Banning books from public libraries will hurt book sales in general. Hard-eyed realists in the publishing industry will not stand still for that turn of events. Indignant liberal-bumpkins who hate every other corporation in the world have no difficulty stooging for publishing empires.
The truth: There is nothing wrong with banning specific books from public libraries in a free society. PUBLIC is the operative word. Those of us who oppose liberal garbage should not be forced to support such books in public libraries. Works of fiction should be removed from every library that gets tax dollars from any source in any amount. Failure to remove fiction from a library should result in the loss of all public funding including the tax deduction for donations. The publishing industry should pay to house its literary artifacts in their museums.
Banning the sale of books is another matter. I would not ban the sale of any book no matter how offensive it might be to me. Buy all of the books you want, just donāt force me to share the cost of placing and maintaining your choices on library shelves.
Incidentally, if ever there was a canker on this countryās libraries it is this: Many pubic libraries now provide free movie-CDs. I, and many others, sure as hell donāt want public libraries used to promote Hollywoodās garbage.
www.usmessageboard.com/history/286196-a-proper-use-for-libraries.html
Finally, liberals are not known as limousine liberals because they all get around town in limousines. They got the title because they dabble at defending the unwashed, the unloved, and the unappreciated.
Liberals regard the 1920s and ā30s as the era of Camelot; home to the wittiest, the most brilliant, the most creative people ever assembled at the same time in the Algonquin Hotel.
Liberals are convinced that the departed communicants who frequented the Algonquin Round Table said more of importance than did the host of the Last Supper and his quests.
Liberals seldom leave Baghdad on the Hudson. Whenever liberals do go abroad for business or pleasure they pine for Manhattan as Count Dracula longs to sleep in his native soil.
Liberals tolerate equals visiting Manhattan while holding them in contempt the instant they leave.
Liberals will never rest until every human being on the planet accepts the printing press as the second most important invention of all time; rapidly closing in on the wheel.
How do I know all of this since I never spent time with liberals? Easy answer: All of my adult life, I have been inundated by the importance liberals assigned to themselves, their opinions, and their worldview. I arrived at my conclusions from what liberals said over many decades in newspapers, in magazines, in movies, and on radio and television. Everything from the ātheaterā to the Metropolitan Opera, to the fawning over the author of the latest book that nobody except liberals ever reads, or the latest stage play that fewer than one percent of Americans would go see if they got free tickets.
One way or another, the rest of us hear about those authors, their books, and their plays just to make sure that we do not miss something important. I will bet you that two-hundred million Americans know the name of every liberal author that ever lived.
I will also bet you that not more than a minute number of Americans ever read books written by liberal authors. Yet talking about liberal authors, living and dead, is standard repartee for liberals. I can understand the reason for the talk when a sales pitch is selling books, etc. My guess is that they always talk about the same things when they are talking to one another just to show how well-informed they are.
Ultimately, liberalism is a soap opera because a liberal can awake from a fifty year coma without having missed a thing.
And then there is the publishing industry itself. The entire liberal community in America orbits around liberals in publishing. Liberals in the hinterland hold a janitor at the New York Times in higher esteem than Mother Teresa. Publishing is the turkey āā everything else is the trimmings.
p.s. Do not rush to label me a book burner because I am not knocking books per se. I simply do not want to pay a penny for somebody elseās choices. In short: I prefer making my own mistakes.
