Two and a Half Men teaches boys and men to act like Charlie Sheen does in real life. On the show, however,there are no bad consequences (that cannot be cured with a wry lesson-learned smile and perhaps a smack in the face from a ticked off prostitute). update: see Comments.
Journalists
EXCUSING Charlie Sheen for battering, death threats, and grotesque infidelity (see video HERE) over a year ago seemed foolish to me. We reap what we sow. (Stoning Jared Loughner HERE anyone?) This is the culture which destroys girls and boys.
If you have not heard the radio audio, it is at once stunning, horrifying, and hilarious, hilarious until one thinks of his family and friends, and the crew of the show out of work.
If you want to hear the arrogant sad drug induced break down:
and by the way, the radio "dj" is A Major TOad.
[mean that in a bad way]
(btw, Charlie criticizes obama as he apparently believes 9/11 was committed by bush or somethng- a "truther" ?)
turn up your sound and say a little prayer
Let me say this about the Goddesses, I don't think the term is good enough, but when you're bound by these terrestrial descriptions, you must use the best term available. So if you think about it dude, I'm 0-for-3 in marriage, but like in baseball, the scoreboard doesn't lie. Never has. So what we all have is a marriage of the hearts. And to sully, contaminate, or radically disrespect this unit with a shameful contract is something I'll leave to the amateurs and bible grippers."
"And I just gotta add this, there was a whole firestorm about Brooke being a part of our crew... Where there were four, there are now three. Good-bye, Brooke, and good luck in your travels; you're going to need it. Badly ... She's not there now and we are and I don't know, winning, anyone? Rhymes with winning? Anyone? Yeah, that would be us. Sorry man, didn't make the rules. Oops."
"I have cleansed myself. I closed my eyes and in a nanosecond, I cured myself... It's the work of sissies. The only thing I'm addicted to is winning. This bootleg cult, arrogantly referred to as Alcoholics Anonymous, reports a 5 percent success rate. My success rate is 100 percent. Do the math ... another one of their mottoes is 'Don't be special, be one of us.' Newsflash: I am special, and I will never be one of you! I have a disease? Bulls**t! I cured it with my brain, with my mind. I cured it, I'm done ... you don't look like you're having a lot of fun. I'm gonna hang out with these two smoking hotties and fly privately around the world. It might be lonely up here but I sure like the view, Alex!"
The shameful exploitation of those monied, addicted, blind, possessed--will be a heavy weight.
Journalists
EXCUSING Charlie Sheen for battering, death threats, and grotesque infidelity (see video HERE) over a year ago seemed foolish to me. We reap what we sow. (Stoning Jared Loughner HERE anyone?) This is the culture which destroys girls and boys.
If you have not heard the radio audio, it is at once stunning, horrifying, and hilarious, hilarious until one thinks of his family and friends, and the crew of the show out of work.
If you want to hear the arrogant sad drug induced break down:
and by the way, the radio "dj" is A Major TOad.
[mean that in a bad way]
(btw, Charlie criticizes obama as he apparently believes 9/11 was committed by bush or somethng- a "truther" ?)
turn up your sound and say a little prayer
Excusing Charlie Sheen
and more HERE
"I think it was Nails that said, and I was really flattered that he got it right, he might be Nails, but I'm bayonets. I'm battle tested bayonets... I'm so tired of pretending like my life isn't just perfect and just winning every second, and I'm not just perfect and bi**hing and just delivering the goods at every frickin' turn. Look what I'm dealing with, man. I'm dealing with fools and trolls. I'm dealing with soft targets, and it's just strafing runs in my underwear before my first cup of coffee ... they lay down with their ugly wives and their ugly children and just look at their loser lives and then they look at me and say, 'I can't process it.' Well, no, and you never will! Stop trying! Just sit back and enjoy the show."
Let me say this about the Goddesses, I don't think the term is good enough, but when you're bound by these terrestrial descriptions, you must use the best term available. So if you think about it dude, I'm 0-for-3 in marriage, but like in baseball, the scoreboard doesn't lie. Never has. So what we all have is a marriage of the hearts. And to sully, contaminate, or radically disrespect this unit with a shameful contract is something I'll leave to the amateurs and bible grippers."
"And I just gotta add this, there was a whole firestorm about Brooke being a part of our crew... Where there were four, there are now three. Good-bye, Brooke, and good luck in your travels; you're going to need it. Badly ... She's not there now and we are and I don't know, winning, anyone? Rhymes with winning? Anyone? Yeah, that would be us. Sorry man, didn't make the rules. Oops."
"I have cleansed myself. I closed my eyes and in a nanosecond, I cured myself... It's the work of sissies. The only thing I'm addicted to is winning. This bootleg cult, arrogantly referred to as Alcoholics Anonymous, reports a 5 percent success rate. My success rate is 100 percent. Do the math ... another one of their mottoes is 'Don't be special, be one of us.' Newsflash: I am special, and I will never be one of you! I have a disease? Bulls**t! I cured it with my brain, with my mind. I cured it, I'm done ... you don't look like you're having a lot of fun. I'm gonna hang out with these two smoking hotties and fly privately around the world. It might be lonely up here but I sure like the view, Alex!"
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