I love the holiday season: the chill in the air, the smiles on the faces of the people you meet on the street, the joyous sights and sounds of Christmas everywhere you turn, and of course, that special little thrill -- the one that comes with knowing that you may get exactly what you want under the tree this year.
Especially if what you want is to see a convicted child rapist and international fugitive out of jail and back home in his palatial Alpine chalet and to hear the indignant applause of bombastically pompous Frenchmen.
Yes, folks, lock up your daughters: Roman Polanski is a free man for the time being. And cover your ears to keep your brains from staging a revolt and trying to escape your head any way they can: Bernard-Henri Lévy, everyone's favorite self-proclaimed philosopher, intellectual-at-large and all around elitist prick, is breathing a sigh of relief.
I keep wondering how this man can be any more of a piously condescending European cliché, and yet he continues to step up his game, consistently knocking it out of the park again and again. He's the A-Rod of A-holes.
His take on the release of Polanski from a Swiss prison:
"The decision to free Roman Polanski is a wise decision. It honors the people who took it. It shows that the arguments developed by the movie director's partisans -- including those published on the French review's website of 'La Règle du Jeu' -- have finally been fruitful... At this very moment, I am thinking about Emmanuelle, his wife. I am thinking about his two kids who saw their dad's name ignominiously dragged through the mud. I am mostly thinking about him: Roman Polanski, who I don't know, but whose fate has moved me so much. Nothing will repair the days he has spent in prison. Nothing will erase the immense, unbelievable injustice he has been subjected to. Nothing will take away the hysteria of those ones who have never stopped pouring contempt upon him, hounding him through hatred and asking for his punishment as if we were living the darkest and most ferocious hours of the McCarthy era all over again. At least the nightmare is about to end. At least the end of the hell is looming. And this, for the time being, is what does matter."
Feel free to take a minute if you feel like you need to.
I'm not even going to bother refuting or assailing any of the unmitigated crap Lévy is once again melodramatically spewing; it just isn't worth it. I actually sort of feel like thanking him for turning out the most sociopathic screed that I've seen from anyone not Glenn Beck in at least a couple of months.
At this point, I'll only say this: Doesn't the CIA have special ops teams trained to silently go into hostile countries, black bag fugitive criminals and, I don't know, render them to places where the justice system actually works and being the guy who directed Rosemary's Baby doesn't buy you a Get Out of Jail Free card for drugging and raping a 13-year-old girl? And now that I think about it, isn't there occasionally, you know, "acceptable collateral damage" on missions like these?
Be a real shame to find out Roman Polanski was suddenly missing and that Bernard-Henri Lévy had been mysteriously run over by a truck.
Related:
DXM: The Fall of Roman/9.29.09
DXM: The Fall of Roman: I Rest My Case/9.29.09
DXM: The Fall of Roman: Art Attack/9.30.09
DXM: A Petition To the State of California in Support of Roger Avary/9.30.09
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