Yet I still saw a report the other day about a fan site where the members were just beginning to ask, “What’s with him?” Why is there this reluctance to call something by its right name? It’s not as if Gibson was issuing a cry for help. On the contrary, what he is issuing is the distilled violence, cruelty, and bigotry—and sexual hypocrisy—that stretches from the Crusades through the Inquisition to the “concordats” between the church and Hitler and Mussolini. Yet he’s still reporting for work. When will Hollywood, and the wider society, finally decide to shun and spurn him utterly, both for what he is and for what he represents?
It is nice to know that even when he is sick Hitchens can fight bigotry with bigotry.
Mel Gibson is an idiot whose mind has been polluted–not with the Catholic faith, but with the Rad Trad extremism coupled with Hollywood narcissism. I have to come clean because I did more than defend his movie in print. I did so because it did not seem to me that there was anything in the movie that is not in the gospels or in the Stations of the Cross. I see no reason to change that assessment, but Gibson sure does spoil the whole experience. . . it least he does for me. Unfortunately, antisemitism is the soft, white underbelly of the Rad Trad movement.
The ironic thing is that the only one who is likely to salvage his sorry carcass is his Protestant wife, Robyn, whom he dumped for a chick half his age because he did not have a “spiritual connection” with his wife of nearly 30 years (according to him on one of the tapes), and whom he thinks is going to hell, because she is not a Catholic, like him.
Hitchens is an opportunist, even when he is on death’s doorstep. Gibson throws him a banana peel and he feels obliged to put his foot on it.
Pray for both of these knuckleheads.