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Showing posts with label Custody Battle. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Custody Battle. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Charlie Sheen...wacko actor loses custody of boys! Slippery slope to hell!








Happier daze!





After catching Charlie Sheen's 20/20 interview last night on the old boob tube (with bodacious babes frolicking around in the background), I was not surprised to learn on the morning news that Police protective services whisked away the troubled actor's twin sons overnight.

Uh-huh!

On the heels of a mind-boggling one-on-one with a network news reporter, the children's mother - Brooke Mueller - charged into court and secured an "order" for custody of the young innocents.

In addition, Sheen's estranged wife urged a "restraining order" (she alleges Charlie threatened her) - requiring that show-biz-land's Superman incarnate "stay away" - a plea that was duly granted by the Judge presiding over the proceedings at the crack of dawn.

For Sheen, it was "business-as-usual".

Streaming videos - capturing the bleary-eyed Dad handing over the children to authorities in the spooky dead-of-night - capped a week-long rant  - that raged in the mainstream media and wildly over the blogosphere (ultimately culminating in the cancellation of his popular highly-rated TV sitcom).

Insults levelled at the top brass at the Network were the final straw.

In announcing the cancellation of "Two and a Half Men" the suits ushered in the final blow.

If necessary, John Stamos (a lesser talent) would take on the role once inhabited by the drug-addled star.

Ouch!

In a knee-jerk reaction, the hazard-around-town (or any other), threatened to sue the Network for $300 million (or thereabouts, give-a-buck or two).

Meanwhile, it was quite evident from the 20/20 spot, that Sheen had lost quite a bit of it.

The once-handsome actor was tired-looking, spoke in a wonky fashion, and looked for all-the-world like a loser!

Say it ain't so, Charlie!

I recall the first time I met the actor.

Casting booked me to work in a scene for a feature film - "Boys Next Door" (Penelope Spheris/Director) - which was shot at the old Revolver (Gay Bar) in West Hollywood.

During a break, I stepped outside, and came face-to-face with Mr. Sheen.

I was immediately struck by how short he was.

But, the up-and-coming talent was fresh-faced - a hottie - and possessed a kind of "it" quality which could not be denied.

But, slim pickings next to co-star Maxwell Caulfield, of course (hunk city, alright!).

Sheen shifted on one foot, and gave me a quick once-over, with a noticeable gleam in the eye.

Was he light in the loafers?

Years later, I strolled into Ermenegildo Zegna in Beverly Hills, and spied an older-wiser Sheen holding court.

The high-profile celeb sported a chic goatee, pencil-thin moustache, and was decked out in chi-chi designer threads to-the-nines.

Each word was punctuated with a wave of one hand or a puff on fat cigar.

A bigger man, somehow.

Was Sheen wearing lifts in his expensive footwear, I wondered to myself, as I gave him a polite little nod.

Probably, what irked me most about the interview last evening, was the flagrant way he flaunted his debauched lifestyle in front of the wee lads.

A foster child myself, I can't help but worry about their sad demise in the end scenario.

I applaud the court for stepping in!

Charlie boasted about his "Goddesses" - which must have been a slap in the face to his is ex-wives - too.

Of course, the self-styled stud (a Hugh Hefner wannabee?) is living the dream of most hot-blooded males across the country.

Two bimbo babes at his beck and call, catering to his every whim, damn straight!

And, why are they "Goddesses", pray tell?

Well, for starters, when he says "suck" - they whisper in his ear - "how hard?"

It was also shameful the way he put-down his father Martin Sheen.

Years ago - I was cast to play a news reporter on an MOW titled "News at 11" - in which Martin starred.

At the end of the last day's shoot, the director informed Mr. Sheen that there wasn't enough time to do the required close-ups (coverage) on both him and me.

Most actors - vain ego-maniacs that they usually are - would demand the close-up for themselves.

"Shoot him," Martin instructed the director, without-batting-an-eye.

Yeah, the man said give the kid a break, that's how totally selfless he was (and is).

If there is a hand reaching out from his direction now, it is only a loving one with decent intentions, I daresay.

Don't turn your back on your father, Charlie, he's a good man!

On that note, how was your day?

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Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Crystal Palin...seeks sole custody of child! Buffed Levi fights back...



Word out of the great white north is that Crystal Palin has moved forward with a court action, and is requesting sole custody of the child fathered by former boyfriend Levi Johnston, in addition to child support.

Not about to take it on the chin, Levi launched his own counter-attack against the Palin clan, by responding with a request for shared custody.

If recent comments made on the Joy Behar talk show during the course of a televised interview with Johnston are true (Sarah Palin inferred that Levi was not a good father because he was too busy selfishly pursuing fame and fortune on the celebrity beat) the young stud may have a nasty uphill battle on his manly hands.

Judging by the estranged father's response to the allegations that evening, I expect those were fighting words to his ears.

Then, there is the issue of his recent spread in Playgirl Magazine.

Will the Judge presiding over the case find that this kind of - um - exposure makes him unfit as a father or simply an uninhibited undressed one who just happens to be footloose and fancy-free?

News at 11!



A child in need


Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Debbie Rowe...money-grubbing baby-selling bit**!



If you caught the video clip of Debbie Rowe making her way through a crush of reporters and paparazzi on the heels of widespread speculation that the bottle blond is negotiating big bucks in in exchange for custody of the kids, it should have been obvious that the birth mother of Michael Jackson's children is a royal cu**.

In my opinion, an individuals true personality is apt to rear its ugly head, when subjected to the searing glare of the spotlight.

In that regard, Ms. Rowe did not disappoint.

At one p0int, when a photographer apparently nicked the back of her dumpy bod, she whirled around and went into vicious attack mode.

"Back off. Dont' you fu**in' touch me again."

When the individual offered up a defense she was not inclined to show any grace whatsoever.

"You fu**in' touched me. Stop it or you'll get your fu**in' butt kicked."

Choice words for a lady, eh?

Conduct like that drives home the point.

Ms. Rowe is a poor role model and not fit to parent any child.

Notwithstanding the character flaws, I find her involvement in the "baby-selling" trade downright disgusting!

Any mother who uses her children as a bargaining chip should burn in hell!

This issue strikes close to home.

Due to unfortunate circumstances, I became a ward of the state when I was seven years old.

I expect that many are under the impression that when a child goes into foster care, it is because loving individuals are anxious to provide a decent home for a young one who has been left parent less, for whatever reason.

Wrong!

A short while later - after I started to make the "rounds" of foster homes - it quickly became evident to me (even at that tender age) that the alleged "caring individuals" were more interested in the money they would receive from the Children's Aid Society (Toronto) to house me in their spare room that nurturing an innocent child like myself along the path of life.

It angers me that money-grubbing heartless individuals like Debbie Rowe are permitted to "negotiate deals" for their children - put them up for auction - whatever!

The sooner there is a law restricting (or banning) such practices, the better off the innocent children caught up in the nefarious baby trade, will be.


 
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