Hello Big Hollywood

To begin with, writing this first editorial for Big Hollywood feels as threatening as the moment I entered California to do my first big film-role in Glory Boy, originally and more comprehensively titled, My Old Man’s Place.

“Do I really want that face I see in the rushes … the one that looks an awful lot like me … do I want it running around the movie houses of the world?”

By then, of course, it was too late. I’d already signed a contract.

Director Elia Kazan accepts an honorary Oscar (1999)

I’ve already said yes to Andrew Breitbart … and though I’ve been writing editorials on enterstageright.com for more than a few years … this actual return to Hollywood … uh … Big Hollywood, no less … is as disturbing as those memories of My Old Man’s Place.

What does Big Hollywood mean?

Is it a tribute or in-house sarcasm?

So far I only know Big Hollywood‘s politics as counter-revolutionary conservative – and if I’m wrong, Andrew and John, please correct me … and that’s why I’m here … as a pro-life libertarian … a category I’ve been in long before I even heard of the name Glenn Beck.

I’m here to try stemming the Revolutionary Tide that has been rising in larger and larger waves from the shores of 18th Century France when the guillotine gave its deadly review to the court of Louis XVI; and subsequently the communes of Paris eventually threaded their legendary grand guignol through the minds of Karl Marx, Vladimir Ilytch Lenin, Joseph Stalin and Mao Tse Tung.

So here I am … in Big Hollywood … clutching my memories of the American Declaration of Independence and its words: “All men are created equal.”

No, my dear Progressives, Americans were not intended to be gestated as possible candidates for abortion … despite what Chris Matthews of MSNBC infers.

Recently, in the best French Revolutionary tradition, that enlightened despot rode roughshod over a rather royal member of the Catholic Church who was defending Rome’s decision to excommunicate a Kennedy for supporting abortion.

Hmmm … Mr. Matthews kept hammering the poor Roman Prince over what the penalties would be for abortion … should Roe v Wade be overturned … with the inferential reminders of Catholic Inquisitional sadism … and the “Robe” took the bait and folded.

I conclude that the penalties for abortion should be “probational,” periods of close observation on all three corners involved: the mother, the father and the doctor/abortionist. If abortions become chronic with these citizens under close observation … perhaps jail time would be the only effective deterrent.

If such clear messages regarding the blazing immorality of legalized murder are not imposed, then the worldwide, pro-abortion policies will descend into stricter and stricter “population-control policies” such as those in tyrannically Red China.

In the 1940’s, the possible jail penalties certainly didn’t keep my parents, a surgeon and his alcoholic wife, from having two illegal abortions, cardinal illegalities.

I was informed of those facts at the rather dumbfounded age of 10.

“My parents had two of my siblings murdered?!”

No one was arrested … because no one knew … except for my equally stunned sister and myself.

Divorces are a war zone, of course … but divorce after two abortions … for the surviving children … is a Holocaust zone.

With an actual lifetime of survivor’s guilt … ranking second only to the Irish predisposition for alcoholism … I’m surprised I’ve done as well as I have … thanks to Alcoholics Anonymous … and the words, “Let go, let God!”

Now here I am back in not just Hollywood but Big Hollywood!

What a journey!

My old dust-up with Attorney General Janet Reno and all my libertarian declarations for enterstageright.com seem to have been mere warm-ups for the Breitbart Taking Back of Hollywood.

I had a small taste of the “Grand Old Hollywood” when I worked with Arthur Kennedy in Glory Boy. By then, I must say, Mr. Kennedy had the despairing look of a man who knew the old Hollywood days, with sidekicks such as Jimmy Stewart, were over.

In Glory Boy (where did they ever come up with that title) we were doing an anti-war and, by comparison to Oliver Stone’s undeniably anti-American Platoon, a mildly anti-American film about Vietnam War veterans … perhaps the first of its kind.

Hmmm … I had one of the worst times of my life on that film … and vowed never to work in Hollywood again.

Yeah, right.

If my stay with Big Hollywood is half as long as my wonderfully enjoyable forays into conservative thought with enterstageright.com, we might have a decent President of the United States by then.

From the Bush years … of both father and son … bookending the Clinton years … capped by the virtual Obama Nation … the Progressive White House has been putting its bipartisan and Progressive “Changes” on display. They certainly headlined their bright idea of opening up the housing industry with looser and looser loan requirements. Now they are loading the North and South lawns of the White House with massively un-payable debt … and then trying to downplay predictable disasters like that of terrorism at Fort Hood. They sell it as simultaneous serial killings by a deranged loose cannon … who just happened to be a “soldier of Allah.”

Hmmm, indeed … about as convincing as the recent cover-ups for Climategate.

What are my plans with the coming articles?

To track my personal experience with the former Soviet Russia’s undeniable strategy, its unrelenting efforts to Communize all of theater and film in the United States. Let me -most briefly and in light of further, more detailed editorials – state my case.

According to the personal techniques outlined in the book Shostakovich and Stalin by Solomon Volkov, Joseph Stalin’s personal credo might have read something like this: “If a ruler could control and dominate the artists of his nation, then he could control and dominate all of that nation’s citizens, every one of them!”

Hmmm …

One of these Stalinist techniques ironically was mentioned by a White House Czar, that technique of “nudging” America into what is advertised as “Change” but will inevitably flower like poison ivy into a totalitarian state.

As an example, I have no doubt, unless New York’s Governor Paterson increases his recent show of independence from Washington, D.C., that New York will soon follow California into its present state of bankruptcy. President Obama obviously enjoys our growing dependence upon Red China. Let the United States’ growing dependence upon the federal government be increasingly complete with the bankruptcy of all the states; then the message of America’s shrinking importance within the New World Order will be written in universally painful granite.

My coming editorials will sit in the very agony displayed at the Academy Awards when Elia Kazan was handed a well deserved “Gold” for his lifetime achievement. Many in the audience were deliberately and rather boldly “sitting on their hands,” refusing to applaud the director of Streetcar Named Desire, On The Waterfront and East of Eden. That “agony” defines the very political divide that has now grown in Hollywood to oceanic proportions.

A majority of Hollywood is still sitting on its hands in raging resentment of those who refuse to toe the Leftist Line.

I will only depart from writing about Hollywood’s love affair with the Communist Revolution to pay tribute to the true heart of an American Hollywood … those artists deserving of our gratitude for not buckling under the fists and serpentine peer pressure of America’s enlightened despots.

As a precursor to the French Revolution, François-Marie Arouet, better known by the pen name Voltaire, dubbed the revolutionary know-it-alls “enlightened despots.”

When Hollywood’s artists will be revealed as still in touch with a passion we call love, but which self-proclaimed revolutionaries, such as Vanessa Redgrave, call “sentimental rubbish” (that’s what she had to say about a script based on Thomas Wolf’s novel Web and The Rock) … hmmm … then the Golden Age of Hollywood will return.

From Communism’s seduction of American intellectuals to the beginning of the “nudges” coming out of the Group Theater and its legendary tribute to union unrest … hmmm … in Waiting For Lefty, this most fashionable revolt in American theater urged all young people in the performing arts to go to Hollywood and do the same.

Therefore this literally Stalinist plan to conquer America by conquering its artists has been working.

So, to further inflame my critics, I will add Elia Kazan’s genius to the undeniable brilliance of the occasionally teary-eyed Glenn Beck and watch the asphalt boil on the bankrupt, palm bedecked avenues of the confused and over-extended revolutionaries in California.

To welcome new friends to both my work in Big Hollywood and enterstageright.com, I offer a most heartfelt tribute to the growing Breitbart enterprises and trust that our combined efforts will indeed help to pull us all up … and out of the post-Reagan quicksands we are now drowning in.

Finally, we are actually choking in the debt-ridden quagmires placed under us so that Lenin and Stalin … and Castro and Chavez… and Mao and Pol Pot … and Osama bin Laden can all see their evil vindicated by history and Hollywood … highlighted to eternity by the fall of the United States to world Communism … our nation’s suicidal, deaf and dumbly naïve surrender to the Red/Islamic game plan now being heralded in Hollywood, Chicago, New York and Washington D. C. … yet smugly bandied about in White House dinner parties as the “Progressive World Government.”