June 14, 2006

At least she didn't attack the guy with the t-shirt

Even the LA Times is laughing at idiot celebrities (registration required, you can get one at bugmenot.com):

Daryl Hannah Evicted From Tree on Urban Farm
June 14, 2006

Former mermaid Daryl Hannah said recently she didn't know there was a farm in South-Central Los Angeles until she got a phone call from a woman named Butterfly. This was back when Joan Baez was living up a tree on the same farm and singing folk songs, and I'd like to thank all of them for their contribution to the first paragraph of this column.

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Hannah's arrest, along with those of a few dozen other protesters, was a Hollywood moment if ever there was one. The farm story has been beaten to death for years, but Hannah only heard about it a few weeks ago. And then suddenly she was Mother Teresa among the poor, laying her head down in a cabbage patch each night.

Giggle
"What are you here to protect?" one foaming protester shouted at the cops, calling them slaves of the system. "Fascism?"

It was like being at a Mumia Abu Jamal rally. I liked the spirit of the young Che wannabes and gray-haired greens, but Mumia killed the cop in question, and Ralph Horowitz owns the farm in question. Which means he can do with it as he pleases, as the courts have ruled more than once.

The money spent on legal fees alone could probably feed the farm's 350 gardeners for years to come. But this isn't really about gardening at this point...[The farmers] became pawns, says South-Central activist Mark Williams, for a small group of political opportunists and Westside environmentalists. The latter groups made up the bulk of the arrestees Tuesday, said Williams, who's with South-Central Concerned Citizens. Many of the real farmers, he said, long ago moved to other spots the city found them...

"They speak a lot of progressive, Marxist rhetoric, but they're behaving like landed gentry," said Williams, who had water thrown in his face Tuesday by one of the so-called representatives of the farmers. "They didn't like hearing me speak the truth."

They rarely do.
Sure, it's sad when a disputed patch of salad greens in central city gets crushed under the boots of City Hall bunglers and a developer who's about to turn fertilizer into gold. But who knows, maybe Joan Baez will get a new folk song out of the drama.
Oh joy. Let me get an icepick to poke in my ear.
Call me a cynic, but I've got to wonder why [Hannah], Baez, Laura Dern, Martin Sheen, Danny Glover and other Hollywood supporters couldn't help raise the dough to back up their principles.

And if they believe poor folk ought to do their farming on private property, I'm wondering when they'll ask some of their Hollywood pals to open the security gates to their sprawling compounds. I'm just guessing, but there must be thousands of acres of fertile soil out there, ripe for planting.

I hear Babsy Strident has a few acres. Oh, and before I forget, Sc****ology is gay. Very gay!

Posted by Ken S at June 14, 2006 08:09 AM | TrackBack (0) |
Comments

You hate poor people AND rape babies! You're a bad man, Summers.

Posted by: Emily at June 14, 2006 08:30 AM

A) Yes I am a bad man but that is completely irrelevant

B) I do not rape babies, which is why the UN rejected my job application

3) I do not hate poor people. I love poor people. If it weren't for poor people, who would fetch my slippers? Who would pour my cognac and light my cigar? Who would chauffer me around in my golden chariot? Who would fight in the gladiator contests in my jewel-encrusted arena so I can videotape them and make more billions selling the DVDs on the internet?

Posted by: Ken S, Fifth String on the Banjo of Life at June 14, 2006 08:58 AM

Hey, I didn't write "bad man" like it was wrong, you know.

Posted by: Emily at June 14, 2006 09:06 AM

That Butterfly chick is from Arkansas, and every time she pulls her schtick it get plastered all over the media here.

I wish she'd fall out of one of those trees.

Posted by: Lisa, Xenu's Concubine at June 14, 2006 09:16 AM

I think she has fallen out a time or two. Dumb chick has spent most of her "adult" life in trees, mostly redwoods I think.

Posted by: Ken S, Fifth String on the Banjo of Life at June 14, 2006 09:20 AM

Well, where I live, a dude was arrested for climbing a tree while drunk and creating a "disturbance."

Apparently he and his wife were having an argument about whether a grown man could climb a tree or not, and he uttered the famous (and often last) words of a redneck: "Oh yeah? Watch me!"

When police came, he threw branches at them. He also called people on his cell phone while in the tree (maybe you get better reception up there). He was heard asking one of the people he called whether he should surrender or not. (He did, but only after making a fast run to the bathroom. He HAD allegedly consumed a 12-pack of beer.)

I think my "idiot in a tree" story is funnier than the Hannah story.

Posted by: ricki at June 14, 2006 09:28 AM

Yeah, Hannah would have been funnier as a drunk redneck.

Posted by: Ken S, Fifth String on the Banjo of Life at June 14, 2006 09:33 AM

Still, there's a lot to be said for White Pinheads on Dope.

Posted by: Ken S, Fifth String on the Banjo of Life at June 14, 2006 09:35 AM

Lisa,
"Butterfly" lived in Redwoods up in Northern California where I went to college and was considered a hero by a lot of the local hippie dips. She was always in the news for her "bravery" and "convictions." Whatever. Get a job, dumb bitch.

Posted by: Emily at June 14, 2006 09:48 AM

Yeah, she hasn't lived in Arkansas for years (but her dad still does, I think) but that's the local media for you. If you have ANY ties to Arkansas at ALL EVER, you get front page coverage no matter what your insanity is.

We're starved for publicity since the Clintons left town, I guess.

Posted by: Lisa, Xenu's Concubine at June 14, 2006 10:03 AM

It seems the retarded bitch is subtly aware that if she tree-sat in Arkansas she could reasonably be shot as a raccoon?

Posted by: DirtCrashr at June 14, 2006 11:34 AM

Possum, DirtCrashr, we Southerners eat Possum. A raccoon's just not edible, although ground hog will do in a (greasy) pinch.

Posted by: John at June 14, 2006 12:09 PM

I understand, but is eating really a requirement? Sometimes huntin' is just shootin' things that need being shot.

Posted by: DirtCrashr at June 14, 2006 12:18 PM

Unfortunately I live in Yankee territory now, so mostly the (non-edible) animals that need to be shot are these wolf / coyote hybrids coming down out of Canuckistan. Much more dangerous than a hippy. I think I might convince the local DNR to classify hippies under "nuisance wildlife", though.

Posted by: John at June 14, 2006 12:33 PM

Oh gawd, I've already encountered stupid idiots claiming poor Daryll Hannah was arrested for her "beliefs." Tools.

Posted by: Emily at June 14, 2006 01:04 PM

That's so ridiculous, they don't have beliefs they have "feelings" - they need to get that straight.

Posted by: DirtCrashr at June 14, 2006 03:11 PM

A critical distinction, DC

Posted by: Ken S, Fifth String on the Banjo of Life at June 14, 2006 03:16 PM

Lisa, remember the corollary to that: if you grow up in a small town, you could become
The surgeon who cures blindness
The soldier who's awarded the MOH
The inventor who changes the world,
and you will STILL be remembered largely for the stupidest thing you ever did.

Posted by: Mark at June 18, 2006 06:00 AM