Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Quick! Someone get Maddox a Pope-Bubble-Mo-Bile

We don't draw any unnecessary attention

Look how naturally we blend with the average folk. Now that's how you snag Globes, people.

AwwWWw, you guys must really love me. And it’s not because I’m beautiful on the outside, but because beautiful on the inside. I’m going to adopt you all! How do you ladies feel about tattoos and faux-hawks?

I’m way to humble to acknowledge the camera buuuuuuuuut LOOOK AT ME, I’M BUILDING A HOUSE, I’M SO SELFLESS!
…because he’s going to need one, once the Jolie-Pitt family-circus quietly moves into a remote neighborhood in New Orleans called THE FRENCH QUARTER, thinking, like the rest of America, that the city is removed from the aftermath of Katrina and are back to tiity-beads and gumbo, and that the culturally rich environment is appropriate for intercultural family.
Actually, I’m sure in their "we’re so over being beautiful and rich" kind of way, their intentions are to draw attention to the fact that New Orleans is still in a state of disarray and want to help heal the world, and hammer nails into Habitat for Humanity homes, and all that other martyr type crap, but since January 1st, 2007 there’s been like 10 murders in New Orleans.
These murders aren’t the typical "Little Suzy was playing with her Sponge Bob dolly on the front porch when she was innocently dragged into a bloody gang war" either, these are straight-up, cold blooded, brutal killings which involve incidents like one local father who was gunned-down while driving with his family and a mother who answered her ringing doorbell only to be shot, point-blank in front of her husband and two year-old-son.
I’m not sure if these two delusional humanitarians are fully aware of the situation, because if they really were (of course they’re not, they’re more concerned with visiting architectural landmarks and sharing their laid-back snacks of caviar and champagne with fellow visitors, adopting children through shady companies, making it harder for us average folk to adopt children from countries like Cambodia, and winning awards, i.e. Brad Pitt’s perma-desperate-face at the Golden Globes last night) wouldn’t they realize that U-Hauling over Hollywood bullshit like floods paparazzi is just going to worsen and complicate the situation?
Don’t that get that their attempts to intermingle and sympathize with a concerned, frightened, and close-knit community will most likely only build up resentment and further boil an overflowing pot?
To gain a realistic grasp on the situation in New Orleans, I highly suggest reading a few blog entries at Ken Foster.com; the author of "The Dogs who Found Me" and an old writing teacher of mine who moved to New Orleans a few months before Katrina hit and is currently fighting for the city's revival. The blog is personal and hreart breaking, making us aloof folk feel like we’re doing very little with our own lives.