SixMeat Movie Review: Spectre

This is your only spoiler alert. I’m giving away the movie. Don’t read beyond this sentence unless you want your disappointment in this movie to be a surprise.

Not as bad as Quantum of Solace by a frog’s nose. But I hated Quantum of Solace as much as Obama hates gainfully employed Americans.

It had all of the elements you’d expect. Explosions, car chases, hot chicks, bad guys, etc. but there just wasn’t that much caring as to why. Couple this with completely over the top action sequences with no consequence to your characters at all for being involved in them.

Monica Belluci was essentially a throw away character for Craig to play a latter day John Kerry by trolling her at her husband’s funeral before screwing his way to the Heinz family fortune, excuse me, the clue to finding the infamous criminal organization known as SPECTRE. After the screw, she’s never seen again and that’s the first 20 minutes of the movie. Thus neutralizing her criminal enterprise known as GILF.

After scaring up a clue from Belluci by wiggling her out of her control top pantyhose, Bond finds the daughter of a recently deceased Mr. White who is able to relate the clue is a place and not a person. Without so much as booking a flight on Travelocity, they are at the hotel within a day and in the exact room where White’s daughter said they always stayed.

Bond tears the room apart and finds nothing. After sleeping into the night, he’s awoken by a mouse who runs into a crack in the wall. By Tom and Jerry, he’s found it! And immediately tears down a wall to find a hidden room with shit tons of goodies in it that leads him to all the bad guys right before their annual convention.

Bond then infiltrates the hall where all of the bad guys are talking about their business like most criminals do – by referring to everything they are doing as illegal (i.e., Our counterfeit drug ring is doing quite well!, We’ve successfully shutdown the Keystone Pipeline, We’ve forced a number of Arizona gun shops to sell automatic weapons to Mexican drug cartels, and we’ve negotiated given Iran a nuclear weapon, etc.).

But! The head guy knows James Bond is in the hall yet no one thinks to put a boot on his fucking car or have anyone stop him before he can get back to it. SPECTRE is creating a monolithic security apparatus that can track everyone’s phone calls like Batman had in The Dark Knight but can’t secure their own parking lot with the security you could find out a Wal-Mart or CVS ten years ago.

In a train car scene, Bond is attacked by the new “Jaws”-like character. There’s punching, attempted stabbings, thrown through walls, face punches, grappling, about knocked unconscious, and all the other rote rigmarole but after the bad guy is fended off – with the help of his new love interest who also takes a backhand to the face that knocks her out – by the next scene neither one of them has a scratch, a bruise, a scar. A nothing.

Bond puts his hand on her’s as they ride to some obscure locale and they both looked like they escaped from a hand modeling commercial.

At least in Casino Royale he had to wash his bloody face off and down four fingers of scotch in the sink before changing his shirt. MI6 must have some kind of extra strength Neosporin but I digress.

Likewise, in a later scene where he is confronted by the reincarnation of Ernst Blofeld from “You Only Live Twice”, Bond has a drill bit put through his jaw and into the tooth/gums of his mouth – along with another into his FUCKING BRAIN – and there is not a drop of blood, a decrease in mental faculties, or pause to maybe get this shit checked out by a doctor.

When the lights dim and everyone turns their cellphones off, I can suspend reality for only so long. Taking drillbits into the brain without much problem is one of them. Those kinds of things can kill zombies but not even slow down this James Bond whose lurching from scene to scene only served to terrorize credulity.

Of course, you’ll be served by the usual “one shot, one kills” in this genre but we are to believe that SPECTRE is the most bad-ass, thought of everything in advance kind of criminal conspiracy that can only hire thugs with the shooting accuracy of a cloned Star Wars stormtrooper. Unlike Craig who will down a moving helicopter, from a moving boat, from more than 100 yards away with nothing but a handgun.

What taut thriller is complete without an infamous ticking clock scene? Well, they’ve got that covered too. Will you save yourself or try to save the girl? Sam Smith already falsettoed to us in the intro song that he was going to “risk it all” so there you go. He was given three minutes this time around. More than enough time to run all around a building, make mean eyes at the retread villain in a helicopter across the way, and find his screaming love interest before asking her to trust him as they jump several stories into a waiting safety net inside of a building. Right place, right time – amirite? Find the screaming woman in what could have possible been a million square foot, 20+ floor building, when she has a gag in her mouth. He heard her scream over the helicopter.

Nothing in this mish-mash of jumbledy callbacks and hackery makes any sense.

After much grunting, I can only squeeze out a pitiful two out of a possible five shits for this piece of crap movie SEPTIC, excuse me, SPECTRE.

And it will probably make $100 million dollars this weekend assuming everyone isn’t rushing to see Bryan Cranston breaking Bolshevik in the communist whitewash Trumbo.

Remember When Elvis Met Nixon?

Ummm…yea. That’s what happened at the SNL 40th Anniversary carpal tunnel inducing, three and a half hour long circle jerk last night. Elvis walked right up to Nixon and got his picture taken with a DEA badge:

But hamming it up at a pig party with a degenerate like Al Sharpton? Just because he’s Sizzlean now don’t mean associating with him is not career (or at least what’s passing for her career) suicide.

I’ve heard all the usual excuses: She’s living in their heads rent free, no matter what current idiocy she’s involved in that she comes out smelling like a rose, that she quotes Martin Luther King Jr. and sets herself up as a tar baby to throw themselves against, etc.

Bullshit. She is making it up as she goes along. There is no master plan. There is no platform. And ultimately, there is no future for her as the leader of anything except maybe a website or a loose organization of unherded, pseudo-conservative/libertarian cats. Showing up at that event to begin as NBC had been playing those “I can see Russia from my house” clips all week long is confounding to me. You’re never going to respect someone in the morning who you didn’t respect the night before. That’s not how getting fucked works.

She may, however misguided, think that rubbing elbows with the people who irradiated her politically is some kind of “I’m bigger than whatever you throw at me” gesture but she’s going to have to change her stance on illegal immigration to find enough workers to clean the bed she shit by mugging with Sharpton.

And then later playing folksy (read: drunkenly) with Alec Baldwin. That is some dick on a cheese grater stuff right there.

I say that. True believers are too invested in a Palin electoral success that’s never coming and the MILF mujahideen start sharpening knives and ululating if you disrespect the object of their political beat-off fantasies.

So jerk ’em if you got ’em, guys. She ain’t getting any younger.

Wayne Brady Slaps a B*tch

Courtesy of the Daily Caller, we find one of my favorite comedians (and seemingly nice guy), Wayne Brady giving his thoughts to the most panderingly pander-bear of all panderers, Bill Maher.

“I would gladly slap the shit out of Bill Maher in the middle of the street.”

In 2010, Bill Maher said he wished President Barack Obama was less like Brady and more like Death Row Records co-founder Suge Knight.

In response, Brady said that just because Maher likes black prostitutes, doesn’t mean he understands the black experience, adding that he wouldn’t appear on Maher’s show because he would not be able to get the last word.

“So, that means it’s a diss to Obama to be called me because he wants a brother-brother, or what he perceives.

I would guess that Brady is an Obama supporter. His outrage appears to be because Maher needs Obama to be an authentic Black.

Maher falls into the liberal trap that sees “black people” instead of a gangsta, a business owner or an accountant. Black, to Maher and his ilk, is a something to be fetishized and pandered to. You know, support the Black folks with government programs, but God-forbid let them live in his neighborhood. Yeah, yeah, I know that Maher could boast having James Earle Jones and LaVar Burton living nearby, but Suge Knight? Or how about the “real” Hip-hop artists or the kids that live the lifestyle they endorse?

You’d think Bill would have had the good sense to watch this first.

Oh, and for the record, I love that 1) Brady has a nice-guy persona and 2) not above a little self-effacing humor. Also, he was the most talented member of the unfortunately short-lived Who’s Line is it Anyway?

Six Meat Movie Time: Act of Valor (Apocalypse Eventually)

***No Spoilers***

I grade movies hard, kids.  I try to support films and undermine them depending on what side of the political spectrum that I know they are on.  For example, I won’t be buying Leonardo DiCapricock’s “J. Edgar” liberal gravepissing off Instant Demand any time soon.

However, that can get me burnt sometimes.  I’m looking in your direction An American Carol and Atlas Shrugged (Part 1).

Act of Valor is something else though.  Currently, the liberal critics sampled at Rotten Tomatoes are scoring it 31% while the users are rating it 85%.  Quite a disconnect.

No, these critics want Hurt Locker-ish nuance.  The kind of nuance that wins Oscars.  Deep thoughts that portray our military as mindless adrenaline-fueled killbots who gleefully abandon their families and risk the lives of their fellow soldiers for the thrill of murdering some brown people because life so is like so pointless in America because we have 250 different kinds of breakfast cereal to choose from.

Seriously.  Hurt Locker blows a syphilitic donkey named Pedro.

They need a film where the good guys swim in the gray and the bad guys really are justified in their hatred of us – like they are.  Moreso, that they would prefer Real Actors ™ faking Real Soldier action rather than Real Soldiers pretending to be Real Actors ™.  Because that’s just degrading to see the kind of people Obama handpicked to kill bin Laden prostituting their profession this way:

It’s undeniably reverent of the real-life heroes in its cast, but Act of Valor lets them down with a clichéd script, stilted acting, and a jingoistic attitude that ignores the complexities of war.

What?  Some of the acting and script is a bit stilted.  No more than say the script and dialogue of Aliens.  But for a first outing, the directors did a fine job of addressing the complexities of war albeit from a vantage point traditionally ignored by Hollywood.

As far as “jingoistic attitude” goes, critics are correct that Act of Valor did not produce such heroic nuance like Matt Damon’s “Green Zone” where the audiences were supposed to be cheering when US soldiers were killed.  The critics loved that one and the people left it like an ugly baby on the steps of every movie house it played.

From the Damning With Faint Praise Dept., Rolling Stone’s Peter Travers, frags:

And it’s hardly the fault of these commandos that their acting deserves no salute. In truth, they’re a lot better than Charlie Sheen was in the 1990 crapfest that was Navy SEALs. I don’t know what to make of Act of Valor. It’s like reviewing a recruiting poster.

Frankly, I’m surprised Travers can claim to have seen this movie at all given his field of vision at his advanced age from that far down the end of his nose.  This isn’t a recruiting poster any more than “Alive” makes you want to join a Uruguayan rugby team.

This offering isn’t Apocalypse Now, it’s Apocalypse Eventually.  Kick in the door waving an M4.  A first person shooter with some of the best action sequences I’ve ever seen.  At moments, the tension is as tight as a tourniquet. While the scenes between the Seals and their families isn’t as bad as anything Michael Bay has ever done, the Tom Clancy-like attention to technical details makes up for the lack of Delta Strike Force diaperchanging at home.

There were moments in the theater that were so silent you could hear a shell casings drop.

Definitely worth a look.

7.5 out of a possible 10 sausage links.

Your David Mamet Quotes of the Day

We’re adding a little something to this month’s sales contest. As you all know, first prize is a Cadillac Eldorado. Anybody want to see second prize?
[Holds up prize]
Second prize is a set of steak knives. Third prize is you’re fired.

Blake, Glengarry, Glen Ross

Why are taxes high? To fund programs proved failures decades ago, and to spawn new programs to correct the errors their predecessors proved incapable of addressing. But the fault was not the nature of those previous programs but their systemic inability not only to affect, but to name affectable goals.

Government is only a business. Past the roads, defense, and sewers, it sells excitement and self-satisfaction to the masses, and charges them an entertainment tax, exacted in wealth and misery.

It cannot make cars, or develop medicines. How can it “abolish poverty”, or Bring About and End to Greed or Exploitation?. It can only sell the illusion…

It does this, first of all, by stating inchoate goals, “change, hope, fairness, peace,” and then indicting those who question them as traitors or ogres; finally, it explains its lack of success … because of insufficient funding.

David Mamet, The Secret Knowledge

Comedy Costa Nostra

Separated at birth?

Steven Crowder, the conservative humorist who produces great videos for Big Hollywood and The National Center for Public Policy Research, may have gotten his first taste of entertainment industry thuggery.

After a National Center for Public Policy Research-sponsored video by comedic filmmaker Steven Crowder critiquing the politics of Jon Stewart and others in the entertainment industry resulted in Crowder losing his manager, Crowder has released a new video in response.

“I created a video in which I released a private email from a senior producer at the Daily Show in which they said, ‘We never book conservative pundits.'” said Crowder. “Well, it caused quite a stir; enough for Mr. Stewart himself to be upset and for said producer to furiously call my manager… Long story short, [my manager] made it known that he had mouths to feed, and he would have to put some distance between himself and I in order to maintain a viable career.”

Strange that the outrage doesn’t center on the fact that the Daily Show shuns conservative pundits as a matter of policy, but rather that Crowder didn’t shut up about it. I guess Bugsy Lieberman doesn’t like people violating the Code of silence.

If this is new to you, here is the backstory. Crowder, through his manager, was informed by the Daily Show producers that he wasn’t really welcome on the show. Crowder released the private email between his manager and the Daily Show senior producer in this video:

They’re Through Being Cool

Devo. It took me a while to warm to them. In 1982, I was rocking out to Sammy Hagar and other dirtbag guitar heroes. These guys were playing synth music and doing weird MTV videos. There wasn’t much to like.

It’s open mic night at the sanitarium! Dr. Mothersbaugh will make some brief announcements before Dr. Casale does impressions from the Broadway smash Phantom!

But their music was contagious. Even now, I have at least 10 of their songs in my MP3 library including a real bitchin’ rarity.

Which is why this is disappointing:

You’ve talked about how humankind continues to devolve; was there an evolutionary peak that happened at a certain point before devolution came in?

Casale: I’m not sure if I have enough perspective to know where that peak was. If I talk to other people that are prone towards musing and theorizing, they think it was earlier than the 20th century that it peaked. We thought it was right after the A-bomb, a last hurrah.

Mothersbaugh: In that the slide towards de-evolution got an extra kick in the pants.

Casale: If you were writing the new Bible, instead of BC and AD, it would be AB, after the bomb.

What do you make of Sarah Palin’s bus tour across America to historic sites?

Casale: Say no more. We rest our case. We’ve often said this, but if somebody in 1980 with a crystal ball had showed you the world in 2011, you would have thought it was a cheap, B-movie sci-fi dystopia that would in fact never happen, and dismissed it. Now it’s here, in all of its horror. You talk about stupid, you can’t beat Sarah Palin!

I can’t say I’m really that disappointed. Ninety-five percent of the music I listen to is performed by unreconstructed lefties.

Do read through this pompous interview and see how they position themselves as above-the-frackas watchers of society. You’d think the might have something more insightful to offer than “Sarah is Stupid.” How are you different than any other entertainment industry boob?

Also gleaned from this article is just how seriously they took themselves and their message.

Mark, when you were singing certain lyrics, would people be jeering or expressing dissatisfaction because of the context?

Mark Mothersbaugh: Waving an American flag during ‘Freedom of Choice’ — we think they’re cheering for one reason, and maybe they were cheering for another reason. Maybe they weren’t cheering for the irony.

Casale: We were wearing Reagan masks.

Mothersbaugh: True.

Casale: We thought that they understood.

Good lord man, you weren’t the reincarnation of Alexis De Toqueville. You had very catchy tunes and musical creativity. Your lyrics were pretty much in line with mainstream pop. Besides, we already had Michael Stipe and Bono covering the deep socio-political crap.

Here is a palate cleanser.

(sirloin tip Big Hollywood headlines)

Palin Hacker Prepares To Run Backwards Through A Cornfield Naked

If it makes you feel any better, 99% of those corn cobs vote Democrat.

Don’t worry, Li’l Davey.  The state’s going to provide this Kernell all the butter and salt he needs.

A federal judge has shot down a former University of Tennessee student’s bid to have tossed out convictions in the illegal access of Sarah Palin’s personal e-mail account during the 2008 presidential election.


Davies argued it was nothing more than a college prick prank by a rank assbag computer amateur. Federal prosecutors assigned a more sinister motive, arguing Kernell, the son of long-time Memphis Democratic state Rep. Mike Kernell, went searching for politically damaging information but came up empty-handed.

The feds slapped Kernell with four felony charges. At his trial in April jurors rejected a wire fraud charge outright, reduced a felony illegal e-mail access charge to a misdemeanor, deadlocked on an identity theft count and convicted Kernell of the felony charge of anticipatory obstruction of justice.

It’s always the “cover-up” that gets you.  It has dibs. But after the cover-up gets you then Jamal does.

Riddle me this:  If Li’l Davy gets his ass kernel popped in Cell block 6 will it make a sound?  I’m guessing yes.  First a wimper, followed by some open weeping before Big Bear’s squeaky bed springs gently rock him to sleep.  Maybe that will be more “his type”.

Night, night ya jag.  It’s a real shame that a few of your unscrupulous supporters can’t go with you in a show of solidarity.

Today’s Non-Coveted Endorsement For “Meet The Press”

I miss my Sunday mornings ever since Tim Russert died.  No one has filled the void.  Though Russert was a Democrat, I could trust him to put any blinders away and do his job.  I’m a Sunday morning widower who keeps revisiting an old haunt looking for something to remind me of the way things were.

Where we once had coffee and laughs, there is only another cookie-cutter  Walgreen’s.

When the show’s intro stopped playing he would be looking dead into the camera like a happy hunter.   The first guest was forever his quarry and the first question invariably was a felling blow.  The question of the week that, somehow, no one else had asked yet.  No politician or flunky has been intimidated by a reporter since Russert’s death as the vast majority of the so-called journalists remaining only want an administration job as Professional Notetaker / Water Carrier.

In light of David Gregory’s abject failure at even resembling a Tim Russert cover band, I hereby throw my support to Jake Tapper to take over Meet The Press as we officially enter the silly season.

Though I have never forgotten Tapper’s notoriously liberal bent while a columnist at Salon back the Internet’s heyday, he has earned a shot at the big chair and we need a watchdog who, if he’s not doing it for his country, can at least feign integrity for personal aggrandizement.  We all deserve better than what we’ve been getting.

Paul McCartney Serenades Toot Braunstein

Yea, yea, yea…he played “Michelle” but  “Fat Bottomed Girls” are what make the world go-round.  And around she goes:

Now lecture me about needing some exercise.

Rumpshaker wants to take my salt shaker.  Think Globally, Don’t Be Globally, oh, Thunder Thigh Master.

When’s Malia gonna ask her Daddy to plug that piehole?

Now, who’s lecturing who about needing to exercise?

80 Year Old Cancer Patient Goes Before Electoral Death Panel

I don’t think we should operate on this one.  A pain pill should do the trick.

Put it out of it’s misery.

“If we’re not careful, if you don’t field the strongest candidate — frankly, like Arlen Specter — they’re going to take over,” Specter said of the tea parties. “Beating the tea party gang is more important than who does the beating.”

Fool, you were primaried by your own party and lost.  Who excludes who exactly?  So much for the Big Tent of the Democratic Party.  It speaks volumes for the Specters of the world who complained to the very end about how far to the right the Republican Party had gone (as if!) to be done in by how far to the left the Democrats have gone.

Once a figurehead of “moderates” in the Republican Party, he evolved after decades in Washington to see average citizens who want limited government as greater enemies than Democrats and in need of a beating no less for the crime of wanting someone to represent them.

Let that be a lesson to you other traitors and turncoats.  There is no honor among thieves.

Fox and Friend

It’s not something that bothers me, but it is something that would be nice if they did something about it.

I’m talking about the concentration of conservative viewpoints all under NewsCorp’s umbrella. No one complained when Glenn Beck left CNN to join Fox or John Stossel left his post at ABC to go on Fox Business. These are all good things. But add in Rupert Murdoch’s purchase of the Wall Street Journal and the paranoid types might think a monopoly is being formed.

That’s why this is such a good idea:

I’d also love to see a National Review channel on basic cable. Why not? There’s 700 channels devoted to Iron Chefs, people who refurbish homes, midgets, people with bizarre medical conditions, families with 26 kids and, of course, a rash of programs about New Jersey douchebags who ham it up in front of a camera. And don’t get me started about the cross overs; New Jersey douchebag chefs and families of 26 health-impaired midgets who flip real estate. I know, my wife likes all of them.

I can envision a reality show that follows Jonah Goldberg around with a handheld camera as he works the DC circuit rubbing elbows with James Carville and Tucker Carlson. I’m not sure how, but if we could work in some sort of sex angle that would help. Maybe Goldberg stakes out upscale Georgetown bars and scopes out Pols and their young aspiring staff? We could have a special gay week where Larry Craig and Eric Massa!

OK, maybe not.

But my original point stands, it is a good thing or something like that.

(s/t Treacher @ the Daily Caller)

Adam Baldwin Interview

One of Hollywood’s out of the closet conservatives, Adam Baldwin, gives PJM’s Ed Driscoll a great interview.

I admit that I wasn’t a Firefly fan so I can’t relate to the cult following. However, Baldwin in on our family’s favorite show, Chuck. He plays super-patriot Major Casey with just a dash of self-deprecating second amendment love.

You might know him best from his role as Animal Mother in Full Metal Jacket.

Anyway, if you’re a fan and are interested in his journey from Hollywood liberal to one of Big Hollywood’s major contributors, listen to the interview.

I Wish This Were Real

A movie review of Avatar from a parallel universe. I’m not sure if the blog owner is one of us or someone poking fun at the “wingnuts”, but either way, good stuff.

AVATAR: A Violent Right-Wing Fantasy

Conservative film director James Cameron once again tweaks the noses of the Hollywood Left by taking dead aim at the Obama Administration in his new movie, AVATAR.

Throughout the years, Cameron has received as much opprobrium from critics for the blatant, in-your-face, right-wing ideology that animates most of his movies as he has acclaim as one of Hollywood’s best action directors and storytellers.

Cameron’s political streak first surfaced in the smash hit, “Terminator”, a movie which pitted the ultimate abortionist from the future against a young mother desperately trying to protect the life of her unborn child. In the sequel and even bigger blockbuster, “Terminator 2″, the ultimate abortionist learns to respect human life as he joins forces with the mother to protect her now teenage son from the forces of faceless, robotic collectivization.

Avatar’s Message

I just got back from seeing Avatar in 3D with my son and brother-in-law who is spending the holidays with us.

Quick impression – I loved Avatar. I loved it for the same reason I loved Independence Day; jaw-dropping CGI without any burdensome plot. Full disclosure: I consider 90 minutes of things blowing up a completely satisfactory use of $10 not unlike the people of Idiocracy enjoying their biggest hit movie.

Avatar contains some of the most spectacular visuals I’ve ever seen. The 3D is not overpowering, but rather it creates a lush dream world that is somewhere between a Thomas Kinkade painting and an early 70s Yes album cover.

Humorously enough, for all the magnificent 3D visuals, the characters could not be more 2D. I won’t go into the details because there are so many good reviews. Some links to Big Hollywood reviews here.

Even worse than Cameron’s mediocre ability to flesh out characters is his unimaginative dropping of such politically loaded gems like “shock and awe” and “fight terror with terror” into the mouths of the villains. Seriously, if he wants the genius moniker, I suspect he could have worked a little harder at it.

I knew about Cameron’s lefty agenda going in, so that didn’t really phase me. Besides, all I need to know about what he thinks about me is captured in this fan video.

This Ain’t No Party, This Ain’t No Disco

And this ain’t no fooling around. Word is that musicians are up in arms about their music being used to “torture” detainees at Gitmo.

A coalition of top musicians, including R.E.M. and Pearl Jam, want to know if their music was used by the U.S. military as part of controversial interrogation methods at the detention facility at Guantanamo Bay, Cuba.

The artists have endorsed a series of Freedom of Information Act requests, which were filed Thursday morning, asking the U.S. government to declassify documents that would reveal which artists’ work was used on detainees at U.S. prison facilities and military detention centers, including the one at Guantanamo Bay.

No doubt Hillary Rosen and the parasites of the RIAA are interested too. Napster got nothing on the Pentagon’s use of unlicensed music.

But the controversy is real. Anyone who has lived next to an apartment full of college kids can empathize at the de-humanizing exposure to music. This goes double if it they are the disaffected suburbo-anarchists.

Tom Morello, whose musical talent stands in inverse proportion to his self-important activism is outraged against the machine.

Artists have joined on to political campaigns before, but this is slightly different. We know for a fact that the music of Rage Against the Machine (Tom’s band) and Nine Inch Nails (Trent Reznor) was used at Guantanamo – music played at near ear-splitting volumes for hours on end – to torture detainees. As you might expect, they are not happy about it. Here’s what Tom had to say:

Guantanamo is known around the world as one of the places where human beings have been tortured – from water boarding, to stripping, hooding and forcing detainees into humiliating sexual acts – playing music for 72 hours in a row at volumes just below that to shatter the eardrums. Guantanamo may be Dick Cheney’s idea of America, but it’s not mine. The fact that music I helped create was used in crimes against humanity sickens me – we need to end torture and close Guantanamo now.

Any validity to his statements is lost by the fact that he tirelessly pisses off Philadelphians by standing with convicted cop-killer Mumia Abu-Jamal.

These musician have always stood for love, justice and all the other fuzzy sentiments that come cheaply to well-insulated artistic types.

“We have spent the past 30 years supporting causes related to peace and justice. To now learn that some of our friends’ music may have been used as part of the torture tactics without their consent or knowledge is horrific,” the American rock band R.E.M. said in a statement posted on CloseGitmoNow.org. “It’s anti-American, period.”

Oh well, considering that these folks are still active now, it’s Obama’s problem now.

UPDATE: More from Big Hollywood.