Has 'The Disease of Kings' Destroyed Little Kim's Fragile Mind?

It’s easy to dismiss Kim Jong-un as a chubby clown with a silly haircut but beneath those puffy features and beady eyes is a steel-trap mind and a ruthless will which could unleash great terror on the world if his ferociously fickle hand were to remain unchecked.

Fortunately for the free world Donald Trump is willing to get right in little Kim’s face and bellow belligerently about how they’ll be a great reckoning if the tubby little tyrant starts throwing his weight around on he world stage.

And so for now at least we have a peace with the ‘Dear Leader’ and North Korea. Yet for how long? All the evidence indicates that plucky Kim is suffering from what is historically renowned as the disease of kings, or as it’s more commonly known, gout.

Gout is a particular painful condition and can drive a man crazy with agony.

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Is Tom Cruise Hollywood's last great thespian stunt.............man!

There’s a lot of things you can call Tom Cruise. Thespian, scientologist, an impish rogue, a maverick, a little man with a towering personality. Yet there’s one cap that just doesn’t fit the diminutive Hollywood heavyweight and that’s the one worn by cowardly yellow-belly actors who are too darn pampered and precious to get their hands dirty and do their own stunts.

Cruise has always made it a point of pride to preform almost all of his own stunts throughout his glittering career. He’s the action man’s action man.

In a world where health and safety regulations have become a religion and where going out on a limb is just as scary as breaking one, Cruise leads the charge when it comes to putting your body on the line for something which is as pure as the driven snow and gets your heart beating like a Keith Moon drum solo – a good old fashioned adrenaline rush.

It’s all too easy to forget in these end times of bovine vacuousness and vicarious existence that human-beings were designed to move around a lot. We were meant to skip, hop, dance, run, jump and in some cases throw ourselves out of planes and hurtle through the skies, not sit on a sofa and drown in a tsunami of saturated fat and artificial preservatives.

As The Doors’ legendary frontman Jim Morrison once said, “We are content with the ‘given’ in sensation’s quest. We have been metamorphised from a mad body dancing on hillsides to a pair of eyes staring in the dark.”

Not our Tom however. In a world increasingly withered, worn and tied up with the tyranny of the cautious, Mr Cruise is thundering down the highway to hell and going all out to keep it real.

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Would you consider your partner a cheat if they had sex with a robot?

Picture the scene. You return home early from a hard day at the office. You park the car and walk through the door looking forward to spending some quality time with your significant other. You creep through the door and get an eyeful of something which stalks your most jealous nightmares; your partner locked in a steamy clinch with a complete stranger.

“God no!” You cry. “How could you do this to me you treacherous toad!” Your partner dimly looks up from their passionate embrace and snaps, “Relax honey. I’m not having sex with a real person it’s just a robot.”

“Phew! That’s a relief,” you sigh. And then leave the room to open a bottle of wine and put some romantic tunes on while your partner finishes getting frisky with the hardware.

Admittedly, it’s an unlikely scenario, but according to experts, it’s one which is to become extremely common in the near future as sex robots become the next must-have gadget.

Here’s the thing. Would sex with a robot be considered cheating or would we just dismiss it as nothing to get hot under the collar about?

According to a survey in the UK, 40 percent of Britons wouldn’t regard sex with a robot as cheating.

Apparently, one in three Brits would entertain a little bump and grind with a robot. And nearly half of those surveyed believe we’ll be having relationships with robots instead of humans by 2050. Meanwhile, only 30 percent of those asked admitted they would be ‘horrified’ if one of their buddies decided to get intimate with a robot.

The survey comes just after a Barcelona firm that manufactures sex dolls announced its intentions to open a sex doll brothel in the UK.

Sex specialist Trudy Barber told the Daily Mail, “It comes as no great surprise that sex brothels are developing. It is an easy way of monetizing sex without major overhead costs, and changes the role of the pimp or brothel madam to more of a sex entertainment technologist.”

According to experts, Sexbots will take a place of pride in wealthy households as soon as 2025. And they predict that at some point in the future, more and more of us will be making love to a soulless machine. Beep! Beep!

Taxi For Robert De Niro: The ‘Raging Bull’s’ Best Performances

Robert De Niro may have fallen foul of the law of diminishing returns in recent times but when he’s good, he’s insanely good. Here’s 12 powerhouse performances from the maestro.

What can you possibly say about Robert De Niro? He’s our greatest living actor? He’s an actor’s actor? He’s an outstanding actor who at one time owned the game and changed the rules? Well you can say all three, but love him or worship him it’s safe to say that from the most obsessive movie buff to the casual cinema goer, there’s not many film fans who have not been blown away by one of Robert De Niro’s trademark powerhouse performances.

De Niro has featured in over 90 films and although there’s been a fair few duds in amongst the mercurial magic, who but only the hard of heart and devoid of wonder has not had their senses electrified and their imaginations captivated by the boarding intensity, compelling majesty,  gripping authenticity, and elusive charisma that De Niro brings to bear on his most memorable creations. You want realism? You got it! Here’s some of the Raging Bull’s finest.

Deer Hunter (1978) 

They don’t make films which possess the sense of stillness and quiet quality of Michael Cimino’s The Deer Hunter any more, which is just as well because they no longer make many actors who can hold the viewer’s attention in the same way as De Niro does in this 1978 epic on war, friendship and loss.

De Niro plays steel worker Michael “Mike” Vronsky like a thunderstorm personified. Mike is the sort of uncompromising, no nonsense, and fiercely individualistic character who’s entire philosophy can be summed up in five words - “My way or the highway.” He’s a complex guy who is fiercely loyal to his friends and the things he loves. It’s these things which are torn apart, blown up, and shattered. as the Vietnam War decimates the ideals and securities the characters once took for granted.

As his friends are tortured, take refuge in insanity, or are killed,  De Niro’s character remains stoically defiant and keeps his head while all others are quite literally losing theirs. In the film’s legendary Russian Roulette scene, De Niro gives a tour de force without equal, as his character not only embraces the madness but becomes its master.

Raging Bull (1980) 

Martin Scorsese and Robert De Niro have done a lot of great things together, but Raging Bull has to be their masterpiece. Physically changing his appearance from that of a fighting fit Greek God into a beer guzzling couch potato is impressive in its own right, but it’s De Niro’s complete immersion into the psyche of an emotionally conflicted, uncompromising, and fiercely masculine fighter that makes his portrayal of Jake LaMotta as intimidating as an atomic bomb.

Strutting from show-stopping scene to scene, De Niro is at his most venom spitting, artery busting, frothing at the mouth best as the boxer who fought so well in the ring because he was fighting the rest of the world outside of the ropes every second of every day.

De Niro captures the very essence of a mentally unstable killing machine, and you can almost cut the approaching tsunami of terror with a knife during the scene where Jake asks his bother Joey (Joe Pesci) “Did you fuck my wife?”

Mean Streets (1973)

Just starting out and keen to build on the name he had made for himself in Bang the Drum Slowly, De Niro obviously relished played the youthfully exuberant, volatile and fearless John “Johnny Boy” Civello  in Scorsese’s Mean Streets.  Johnny Boy is as hungry as a Great White and as unpredictable as a storm, and De Niro channels a particular brand of wide-eyed, manically grinning chaos to give Mean Streets its star turn.

When Iggy Pop sung in the Stooges classic ‘Search and Destroy’, “I’m a street walking cheetah with a heart full of napalm, I’m a runaway son of the nuclear A-bomb, I am a world's forgotten boy, the one who searches and destroys,” it’s almost the perfect description of the leather-jacketed, wisecracking, tragic clown that is Johnny Boy.

You get the sense that De Niro definitely knew characters like Johnny Boy when he was growing up on the streets of Little Italy, and as such was able to create the right amount of pathos in a character who isn’t afraid of the law, the Mafia, or dying, and who instinctively knows he’s going to hell in an handcart before the final curtains fall.

This Boy’s Life (1993)

Putting a psychotic De Niro in a Boy Scout’s uniform and casting him as the archetypical stepdad from hell is the stuff of nightmares, and in Michael Caton-Jones This Boy’s Life, De Niro plays the seemingly respectable but downright deranged and sadistic Dwight Hansen with an edge so sharp  you could cut angel’s wings on it.

When Tobias Wolf (Leonardo DiCaprio) first meets Dwight, he seem like a nice guy and a regular laugh a minute. It’s all just a flimsy facade though. After Dwight gets Toby’s mother safely where he want her, under his roof, he begins to treat young Tobias with a resentment bordering on the psychotic.

For three long years, Dwight rules the roost with an iron rod and torments his family with his aggressive behavior and terrible saxophone playing. Things come to a head over a jar of mustard, which turns De Niro into the sort of raging lunatic you just wouldn’t want to encounter when the moon is full.

Once Upon A Time In America (1984) 

A good actor is capable of expressing a few script pages worth of dialogue through their eyes and facial expressions alone, and in Sergio Leone’s Once Upon A Time In America, De Niro does just that.

For a film which essentially documents the passage of time and the ravages it inflicts upon our friendships, dreams, ambitions, and ideals, you need an actor who is capable of expressing a certain world weariness and able to portray a person burdened with a lifetime of regret. De Niro’s performance in Once Upon A Time In America is understated, smoldering, resigned and completely compelling.

De Niro plays the opium addicted gangster Noodles looking back in a world weary fashion on a lifetime of broken promises and failed friendships. The film’s non-chronological order gives it a dreamlike quality and De Niro’s performance has all the elusive and magical quality of smoke and mirrors.

Untouchables (1987)

De Niro has always been a go to actor when it comes to directors looking for a convincing gangster, but in Brian De Palma’s The Untouchables, he plays the most famous gangster of them all, Al Capone.

If there’s one criticism of The Untouchables, it’s that De Niro just doesn’t get enough screen time, because when he does, he’s simply electric in all his repellant and imperious villainy. Slug like and oozing corruption from his every pore De Niro’s Capone is evil to the core and as deadly as a nest of vipers on a bad day. Eliot Ness (Kevin Costner) may radiate a glow of righteousness and incorruptibility but it’s Capone’s darkness and wicked web of shadows which hypnotizes the viewer.

Cool as ice and simmering with rage at the same time, De Niro’s Capone is a walking hot-bed of mental disorders forever in danger of escalating into an extinction level event. The scene where Capone beats one of his men to death with a baseball bat at a dinner party is not one you’ll forget in a hurry.

Cape Fear (1991)

In Scorsese’s remake of Cape Fear, there are certain scenes where De Niro plays Max Cady with all the charm, eloquence and charisma of a southern gentleman from another time and another place. Which makes his metamorphosis into a deranged deviant within the blink of a lazy eye all the more compelling.

When Cady snarls lines such as, “ I'm Virgil and I'm guiding you through the gates of Hell. We are now in the Ninth Circle, the Circle of Traitors. Traitors to country! Traitors to fellow man! Traitors to God! You, sir, are charged with betraying the principles of all three!” You just know the sentries at the gates of reason have downed their weapons and left town.

Max Cady is probably the most damaged charter De Niro has ever played, and he’s played a few. Cady’s a product of his environment, and that environment is called Hell. There’s no understanding, no forgiveness, and no redemption for a character like Cady, his rage is blind, complete, and unrelenting. De Niro has never appeared meaner.

Meet The Parents (2000)

Not so long ago, you wouldn’t have put quirky comedy and Robert De Niro in the same universe let alone the same film, but ‘Mr Intense’ may not exactly play it for laughs in Jay Roach’s Meet The Parents, but his uptight and eccentric mannerisms are the perfect foil for a funny guy like Ben Stiller to bounce off.

Playing Jack Byrnes, De Niro is the protective dad of Gaylord Focker’s (Stiller) fiancé. Needless to say, Byrnes doesn’t like the hapless Focker and definitely doesn’t want such a geeky guy marrying his princess. Byrnes is not only deeply conservative and set in his ways, he’s also a retired CIA counterintelligence officer and distrusts Gaylord with a paranoia bordering on mania.

De Niro makes the role work because he gently mocks the intensity and intimidating presence he has become renowned for, and also because Meet The Parents is a very funny film

Casino (1995) 

De Niro was so good as James “Jimmy The Gent” Conway in The Goodfellas, it was only fair that Scorsese provided his old mate with a mob epic of his own - Casino.

The eighth collaboration between the two cinematic comrades, saw De Niro playing casino boss Sam “Ace” Rothstein, and from the opening scene, when Ace gets blown up, Casino is a helper skelter of a movie. De Niro’s performance is more Machiavellian than monstrous but he gives a fine account of a man trying to keep his cool under immense pressure and the additional burden of the actions of his deeply psychopathic friend Nicky Santoro (Joe Pesci).

In Casino, De Niro gives one of his most restrained performances and in Ace, De Niro creates a likable character whose winning combination of heart, cynicism, and street smarts allows him to hang out with the regular guys and mix it with the hoodlums.

King of Comedy (1983)

De Niro is one of the most famous people on the planet, so it’s ironic that one of his most memorable performances is as Rupert Pupkin, a character who’s neurotic appetite for fame at any cost is alive, well, and more psychotic than ever before in today’s celebrity crazed culture.

In King of Comedy the humor is more subversive than Meet The Parents, and the jokes a lot darker, but that’s probably because Pupkin is a dysfunctional desperado for who kidnap is just a means of getting what he wants above anything else - fame, fame, fatal fame.

Governed by the mantra that it’s “Better to be king for a night, than schmuck for a lifetime.”Pupkin is a walking time bomb of insecurities and melodramatic mediocrity. He’s a fantasist who believes, like so many others, that world wide renown and universal acclaim are his for the taking. When it’s not forthcoming he doesn’t so much hold fortune to ransom but a famous figure in the shape of comedian and talk show host Jerry Langford (Jerry Lewis).

In King of Comedy De Niro walks the tightrope between borderline personality disorder and complete howling at the moon lunacy to make Pupkin a unhinged and creepy character who will haunt your thoughts long after the film ends.

Godfather 2 (1974)

Playing a younger version of a role that Marlon Brandon made his own in The Godfather, De Niro doesn’t disappoint, in fact he soars like a eagle and give an extra dimension to the legendary charter that is Vito Corleone.

Looking the very essence of Sicilian menace, De Niro brings a vulnerability and measured savagery to the role of Vito. He’s a family man but he’s also a killer, and will do what it takes to get to where he wants to go. He also bears a grudge and you cross him at his peril as his father’s murderer, Don Ciccio (Guiseppe Sillato) finds out to his cost.

Vito is strictly old school and De Niro brings the dilemma of a man trying to balance the reality of violence and the ideal of  honor to the table. Vito wants to lead the good life but to do that to a certain degree he must do bad things, very bad things. It’s a contradiction that De Niro pulls of with aplomb.

Taxi Driver (1976) 

In popular culture, you can count on one hand the outsider and loner figures who have reached an almost iconic status. At the head of the pack would be Haulden Caulfield, and his fellow General in the army of misfits would be the protagonist of Scorsese’s Taxi Driver, Travis Bickle.

Taxi Driver is at heart a deeply apocalyptic film and De Niro’s performance is worthy of any apocalypse. Travis is a man born out of time in a world gone wrong. His attempts to understand the horror and corruption which surrounds him, and cut it as a regular guy result in a dispiriting series of encounters as Travis slowly loses his mind and finally reconciles himself to the fact that “There’s no escape,” he’s “God’s lonely man.”

Taxi Driver’s “You talking to me”, scene has been much parodied in cinema and there’s a reason for that. It’s genuinely chilling and one of the finest portrayal’s of a a man’s slow descent into the abyss ever documented on camera.

De Niro has never created a stranger, more striking, or genuinely intriguing character than Travis Bickle, he is a man who walks his own path, does his own thing, and chooses to stand up “against the scum, the cunts, the dogs, the filth, the shit,” because it’s the only choice he can make to stop himself becoming a part of the horror he despises.


Now if that list of classic De Niro performances didn’t cause your boat to rock and your soul to soar, then climb on board and tell the Captain what films featuring the world’s greatest living actor do.

Bono Urges America To Turn Its Back On Donald Trump

If you happen to meet one of America’s “wise people of conscience” anytime soon, tell them not to vote for Donald Trump, because Bono said so.

Renowned for his big mouth and even bigger bank balance, U2 frontman Bono has often tried to save the world from the myriad evils of modern life, but can he save it from Trump?

For years, the simple lad from Dublin has tirelessly and for the most part thanklessly helped to make the world a brighter and better place by giving away free albums that no-one really wanted and taking advantage of a worldwide stage to lecture people who have paid extortionate prices for a U2 ticket on how they were not doing enough to eradicate global poverty.

Celebrities, hey! They’ve got hearts of gold and banks full of it.

The world, as everyone knows, can often be a cruel, uncaring, and terrible place, and when you’re a multi-millionaire with a lot of time on your hands to sail yachts, lounge around in villas, and charter private planes, it gives you time to reflect on the bigger things in life, such as Donald Trump.

Studying Trump, much like Yoda would a young Anakin Skywalker, Bono in his high wisdom has deemed the Trumpster as the “potentially worst idea that ever happened to America.”

Trump may have his failings, and admittedly, at times they’re enough to make Lucifer wince, but to describe the orange haired billionaire as having the potential to be the worst idea that ever happened to America, is a big claim.

Trump after all is a human being and has feelings, you know, Bono? What if someone was to describe U2 as potentially the worst idea that has ever happened to popular music?

Besides which, let’s get things in to perspective for one red hot minute here. The trail of tears in 1838, the Dred Scott decision of 1857, McCarthyism, and Vietnam were all pretty bad ideas that have left America reeling. It’s doubtful if Trump, even during a bad day at the office, could outdo any of the aforementioned.

Yet every self-righteous crusader on a white horse needs a hideously ugly enemy with a heart as hard and cold as the blackest of nights to do battle with, and in Trump, Bono has found his.

It’s easy to mock and deride Trump, ok it’s kind of fun too, but calling someone who’s an easy target names doesn’t make you a good person.

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Trump Or Clinton? Let Kate Middleton Decide!

On Kate Middleton’s recent tour of Canada, she was no doubt like the rest of the world fascinated by the political shenanigans going on in the U.S., but who would the Duchess of Cambridge vote for if she was fortunate enough to live in the Land of the Free and Home of the Brave — Donald Trump or Hillary Clinton?

It’s a strange question, and one not normally poised outside the idle pondering of a career driven ne’er-do-well or borderline alcoholic, but considering nearly everyone on the planet has a preference when it comes to Trump or Clinton steering the good ship U.S. through the troubled waters ahead, it’s only natural that a deeply political creature such as Kate Middleton would have an outspoken view on who would be her candidate of choice.

Unlike Canada, which in theory still belongs to Queen Elizabeth, America is no longer a constitutional monarchy, so as such the British royal family do not have a vested interest in Donald or Hillary seizing the throne and claiming the crown.

But although both Clinton and Trump have little of what in old money they would term character, they are both considered, in this woefully superficial age, characters, and everyone has to make a decision between bad and worse when it comes to these two waffling potato heads who crave power like a junkie lusting after a needle dripping with turbo-charged juice.

So, let’s put our thinking caps on and try to guess who would float Kate’s boat when it come to casting her vote, and let the bloody bout between these two slightly obnoxious and nauseating personalities begin.

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The book of Jobs five years on

Five years ago this week, Apple’s guru, genius, and godhead, Steve Jobs, lost his battle with pancreatic cancer, but if technology’s most famous innovator was still alive, would he be happy with the way his company has changed the world and the way we live?

Even if you’re a die-hard Samsung fan — and there’s still a few of them out there — you cannot deny Steve Jobs’ legacy. If Bill Gates is the technology world’s version of Paul McCartney, then Jobs is definitely its John Lennon.

A born maverick with a strange charisma, a massive mythology now surrounds the man in the black turtleneck and ill-fitting jeans, who, according to Google Trends, still dominates online searches in a way Elon Musk, Mark Zuckerberg, and, of course, Gates can never hope to achieve.

Death has a habit of conveying immortality on those from the ranks of the great and good it takes at an early age. Yet even before he passed away, Jobs was viewed as a visionary across the world and was more famous than anyone in the world of tech hitherto thought possible for one of their own.

Maybe it had something to do with his early experimentation with LSD, something Jobs described as “one of the two or three most important things I have done in my life,” which endeared him to people from all generations.

Or maybe it was because the vegetarian who dabbled with Zen Buddhism was a college drop-out who proved raw talent and ambition beats qualifications and toeing the line every single time.

Or maybe it was just because his bizarre phobia of buttons paved the way for the arrival of the sleek, user-friendly, and buttonless iPhone, which was the beginning of the beginning.

Who knows?

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Barack Obama rumored to be enforcing a ban on Facebook in the U.S.

White House sources have revealed that Barack Obama is rumored to be about to enforce the most controversial bit of legislation during his tenure as President and ban the use of Facebook in the United States.

If true, such a bombshell would ensure Obama would go down in history as the first world leader in the western world who stood up to the vacuous horror of social media.

With billions of users worldwide, it was once estimated that if every member of Facebook were to belong to one country, then it would probably be the biggest in the world.

How lovely! Imagine for a minute, if you dare, the mind-numbing horror and brute banality of an island inhabited with nothing but Facebook users.

The hellish reality of hordes of strangers, all desperately vying for attention and “poking” one another senseless in a bid to have the coolest friends, funkiest status, wackiest profile picture, and most up-to-date baby scan picture, would be enough to make Satan himself turn his big red scaly back and say, “That’s enough!”

Left to their own devices, and without the condemnation of more civilized and refined souls to restrain their base arguments and pointless pontifications, these egotistical and squabbling little beasts would make Lord of the Flies seem like a Walt Disney film quicker than you can say “I’m a real person get me outta here.”

Thankfully, and it’s been a long time coming, more and more people are cottoning to the fact that Facebook is not a place to share; it’s a place to shun.

And if sources are to be believed, then Barack Obama is one such person who is willing to stand up to the endless cat videos and selfies.

White House insider Paige Three claims, “Mr President believes social media to be a plague and a pestilence on America, and he has had enough. He’s determined to bow out with a bang and do one last good deed before he steps down, and that is to ban every man, woman, and child in America from ever using Facebook again.”

Of course, it will be a true test of character for Obama if he is determined for America to truly swim against the tide and avoid Facebook like the plague.

For a long time now, the social media giant has slowly and stealthily attempted to posses the world’s soul and turn us all into driveling cyber people consumed by envy and obsessed with spying on people we have never met.

During the social network wars, how many of us weary “survivors” have looked on with regret and a contemptuous shake of the head as both family and friends were infected by the deadly virus and fell like dominos in the face of the overwhelming peer pressure to “get connected.”

As Mark Zuckerberg’s evil cackle echoed endlessly around the internet, people without a Facebook account were viewed with suspicion by the millions who were enjoying all the benefits of having an intimate and loving relationship with a computer program.

Even by their nearest and dearest, non-users were considered untrustworthy deviants who had no friends and had nothing to say. “Why aren’t you on Facebook?” users would snarl in complete disbelief sprinkled liberally with just the slightest hint of moral outrage.

The “possessed,” as non-users like to call them, soon began to lose all sense of human dignity. Core values such as personal privacy, modesty, and a healthy distrust of strangers were thrown out of the window as a bloody and merciless battle to be the most popular, witty, and liked prevailed.

Alongside Obama, the rest of us watched on with unspeakable sorrow as the afflicted became annoyingly self-centered and obsessed with sharing updates of their life with an uncaring world.

If you didn’t play the game and join their gang, your were soon considered something of a pitiful leper as millions of Facebook users reverted to the archetype of the playground bully and seemed to adopt the stance of, “If you’re not with us, you’re against us.”

Amongst the ranks of the “possessed,” however, there was no social harmony or cyber utopia to be found. Smear campaigns were commonplace, and much discord and strife that was sown on Facebook spilled over into the real world, with disastrous consequences.

The social network had in many ways started to resemble a particularly vile episode of The Jerry Springer Show without any advert breaks.

Many of us survivors tried to help those caught in the throes of this terrible addiction with rational arguments along the lines of “If I want to speak to a friend, I pay them a visit or pick up the phone,” and “If I want to share photos, I use email, not stick them up in the internet’s equivalent of a pub toilet.”

Sadly, our pleas for liberation fell on deaf ears, because people who lived in small British villages wanted to have long distance relationships with their “friends” in San Francisco, and the daily dose of gossip and vicarious existence which Facebook provided was too good to give up on.

The stark truth of the matter was that people had hundreds of friends but no one with whom to pass the long and unforgiving hours of an actual day with.

And then, from out of the darkness, there comes hope — much like a beautifully crafted letter from another era – with Barack Obama perhaps leading the way

In the words of Obama, “Can we do it?” “Yes we can.” Let’s create some real change we can be proud of.

America’s collective recovery from the addiction to Facebook will no doubt take time, and some may relapse, but as they emerge from their cyber holes like prisoners who have been kept in solitary confinement for an inhumanly long time, they will finally see the light that Obama might just spread through every corner of the civilized world.

And for those of you who are still possessed, you are not alone; America will pray for you.

Is Johnny Depp Having A Midlife Meltdown?

The news that Amber Heard has filed for a divorce from Johnny Depp over “irreconcilable differences”  has many fans of the talented thespian worried that “our John” might just walk slap-bang into a full-blown midlife crisis, if indeed he’s not caught in the mother of ones already.

It’s been a while since Depp captured the nation’s attention as a gormless bug-eyed and slightly camp irritant in Edward Scissorhands. Since that groundbreaking and vulgar display of self-indulgent over-acting, which made grown women weep and dry-eyed men vomit copious amounts of blood, Depp has amassed a small fortune as a smokes and mirrors kind of guy who excels in playing the weird, wonderful, and outright annoying.

With a net worth of $400 million, Johnny had done all right out of playing dress-up and pretend, but here’s the rub: Although he’d only been married to Amber Heard for 15 months before it all went pear-shaped, it’s been reported that the two stars did not get a prenuptial agreement before they tied the knot.

So, in theory, Amber’s “irreconcilable differences” could see her laying claim to half of what Depp owns, and that’s a lot of potatoes.

Yet, it’s not really the loss of half of his immense wealth that has Depp fans so concerned for their hero, it’s what another failed relationship will do to both Johnny’s mindset and, more importantly, his career.

Although he’s never come outright and confessed to having a midlife crisis, the signs of Depp’s tortured anguish in regard to his advancing years and the ravages of time have been visible for a long time now for those who have the eyes to see.

The rot probably set in around about the time Johnny appeared as a vampire in Tim Burton’s Dark Shadows.

In Dark Shadows, a 48-year-old Depp plays a vampire called Barnabas Collins, who looks like a really irritating and sly Frodo Baggins after the ring of Sauron has gone to town on his lame hobbit butt.

Sadly, Depp’s performance was derided by film critics, as they called out his portrayal of a vampire as being quite lifeless.

At the time, the Detroit News asked, “How bad is ‘Dark Shadows. It makes you long for a Twilight movie, and that’s bad.”

As events unfolded, it would prove a very poignant point. Prior to the release of Dark Shadows, Depp has appeared to insult fellow thespian’s Robert Pattinson’s romantic portrayal as a blood-drinking monster in the Twilight movies, by snarling, “Vampires shouldn’t look like underwear models.”

Many at the time felt that Depp’s character assassination of poor Pattinson’s acting abilities and chiseled features seemed to reek of the doubt and despair of a man faced with a midlife crisis.

Had Depp become a bit like a half-crazed and badly nourished grizzly bear prowling angrily around the woods he once ruled but whose kingship was now threatened by the arrival of fitter and younger bears?

Did a wounded and terrified Johnny Depp, isolated in his own overwhelming paranoia and monstrous ego, lash out at those he perceived as a threat, only to  decide somewhat bizarrely that making a lame vampire film was the best means of retaliation?

We could only guess, but although Depp is no stranger to pretension, his next role as Tonto in The Lone Ranger movie exceeded even his own rarefied standards of making sensible god-fearing people squirm with embarrassment and ask the question, “Is Johnny having a nervous breakdown?”

As yet another picture of Johnny-come-lately in fancy dress and make-up with what appeared to be a dead crow on his head was released to promote yet another daring, innovative, and quirky artistic Depp movie, you could almost hear the world softly sigh to itself in resigned despair, “Oh Christ! He’s at it again!”

Promotional pictures released ahead of the film’s release revealed Depp looking like a disturbing cross between a lunatic auditioning for the role of Ace Frehley in a KISS tribute band and Jack Sparrow in Native American disguise.

It didn’t bode well for the future, and when in November 2014 Johnny Depp shuffled onto the stage at the Hollywood Film Awards like a theatrical tramp and started to deliver the sort of speech one would expect from a punch-drunk boxer or slightly camp alcoholic, it wasn’t long before Twitter was ablaze with rumors about Depp’s condition.

Concerned fans of the suavely dressed ragamuffin asked at the time, can Depp’s behavior be merely a warning that the troubled actor has fallen off the wagon and is back on the sauce, or is it indicative of a deeper, darker, and more universal problem that plagues every Hollywood veteran who wakes up one fine morning to find their skin is a little looser, their belly a little fuller, their eyes a little more hollow, their hair a little thinner, their energy a little more diminished, their talents a little less robust, their reputation a little more tarnished, and their credibility shot to hell.

Many of Depp’s closest disciples would probably admit that Johnny hasn’t been on top of his game for many a moon. Are his glory days behind him, one wonders? Does Depp view his past conquests from the rearview mirror of his advancing years with all the raging impotence of the middle-aged driver?

In Hollywood terms, Depp is now considered something of an old grizzled man of the woods who’s running on empty. He’s no fresh-faced young sharp-shooter anymore with the luck of an angel and the dare of a demon. He’s less of a mercurial maverick and more of an established entertainer, and even though Depp is more Pat Garrett than Billy the Kid these days, can the pirate prince accept his mortality, or has a lifetime making a buck out of pretending to be other people going to be Depp’s downfall?

One would hope that Depp could escape the hell and horror of a midlife meltdown by accepting that he is no longer the Peter Pan product of yesteryear, and instead choose to embrace the comfort of sensible shoes, practical coats, the importance of vitamin supplements, and the camaraderie of the golf club.

Yet, when you’re regarded as a swashbuckling lush who always wins the day, it’s not always easy to ask yourself, “Am I actually acting like someone’s embarrassing drunken uncle at a wedding reception right now?”

When someone of the calibre of Piers Morgan decides to have a pop on twitter by tweeting, “Is it just me that thinks Johnny Depp is a complete d**khead,” you know you’re in trouble.

Alone and abandoned by his younger wife, one fears that a savage midlife meltdown is just around the corner for Johnny. Or perhaps it’s already began?

Top Meteorologist Slags Off Global Warming

One of France’s leading weatherman has sparked storms of outrage for daring to question the established consensus on global warming while accusing leading climatologists of “taking the world hostage” with misleading data.

There’s nothing quite like heated discussions about global warming to get people hot under the collar and red in the face. As topics of conversations go, climate change has long been something of a hot potato.

It seems every time we spark up the emission loving engines of our cars to grab a burger, open the fridge to reach for a beer, or hop on a plane for a night at the opera in Paris, some sandal-wearing killjoy who lives in a tent on a mountain somewhere and has fungi growing in their beard tells us we’re slowly suffocating the world with our twisted selfishness and all-consuming greed.

While no generation really wants to be responsible for killing the world, no one really wants to go to the inconvenience of trying too hard to save it either.

Yet it seems you can’t drive your fuel guzzling truck to the local store to pick up a frozen meal, a few aerosol deodorants, and something packaged in enough plastic to poison the pacific without feeling your actions have caused at least one iceberg to melt.

So it’s something of a relief to find that someone who knows a thing or two about climate change has criticized the received wisdom on the world’s soaring temperature.

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Should We Rename The Moon?

Star Wars fans, your time has come. A new campaign to give the moon a new name is underway, and with your help and a little bit of Force, the heavenly body could be born again with a much more exotic and memorable moniker, such as Ghomrassen, Guermessa, or Chenini.

Obviously, any Star Wars fan worth their lightsaber will instantly recognize the above names as being one of Tatooine’s trio of moons, which partner its two suns. In fact, you might even have them tattooed on your buttocks… in which case you’ve taken things too far, but we digress.

Earth, on the other hand, only has one sun and one moon. And therein lies the rub. Our sun is just called sun and our moon is just called moon. It’s pretty much like having a dog and calling it – you guessed it – dog! Or worse still, calling the Earth “planet!”

The moons that inhabit the Star Wars universe – such as Ghomrassen, Guermessa, and Chenini –may sound like sexually transmitted diseases, and they appear at first bite a bit of a mouthful, but they definitely boast names that grab your attention, albeit in a slightly pompous and pretentious way.

Even on NASA’s own website,when it describes the two moons of Mars being called Phobos and Deimos, it then asks, “Don’t you wish our moon had a cool name like that?”

Anyhow, here’s the thing. The moon might just be getting a new name, and even if no obliging Star Wars fans come forward to baptize it Ghomrassen, Guermessa or Chenini, why not be a little reckless and throw some other ideas in the bucket with a Star Wars themed flavor?

For example, “Luke” may not exactly be the best name for a moon, but “Skywalker” on the other hand definitely has a lot of potential. So too do a lot of other names that have seeped into popular culture courtesy of Star Wars.

Could we name earth’s only satellite “Vader?” Too masculine perhaps? How about “Princess Leia?” It’s a thought, and anything is possible if the campaign based in Utah really takes off and folks get to vote on a new name for the moon.

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Hitler’s Mustache Hid A Very Dark Secret

The hidden and terrible meaning behind Hitler’s mustache has finally been revealed, and it’s not pretty.

Alongside his Sieg Heil salutes, his petulant manner, his missing testicle, his extreme psychosis, his overwhelming self-pity, and his tendency to froth at the mouth while delivering his hate-riddled speeches, Adolf Hitler was renowned for having a sinister and, how shall we put it, slightly perverted type of mustache.

As all right-minded people know, anyone who sports facial hair is just not to be trusted. In a report, the Inquisitr discussed the disturbing trend of young men adopting the sort of beards Buffalo Bill would have considered beyond the pale. In the same report, the dangers of facial hair — beards in particular — are fiercely highlighted.

“At best the man with a beard was considered an oath of ill discipline and slovenly ways. A man with a beard would suggest to all right thinking citizens, that here was a creature, (more than likely nocturnal and prone to self-abuse) with all the hygiene habits of a particularly vile gutter rat and the moral fibre of a stoat.

“In the more refined and restrained days of yore, beards were not cultivated as they are now, but were more something which happened to a man when his guard was down. A man for who the everyday demands and rigors of everyday life had become a little too much would often grow a beard.

Such a tragic figure would also take to wearing a bright and shiny tracksuit complemented by gravy and beer-stained vest, as if to announce to the world, ‘Yes my existence has become a little frayed at the edges, I have let myself go and now live in a terrible twilight world created by my own fantastical mind.’ In other words the beard had come to symbolize a cry for help from someone teetering on the brink of the abyss.”

Of course, the dreaded and comical modern apparition that calls itself the “hipster” has made beards acceptable to those clones and drones who clock in daily at a factory called fashion.
Yet, frightful as they are, there is something more sinister than the beard, and that is the dreaded mustache.

The mustache is born when facial hair begins to think of itself as a cut above and gets an attitude. A mustache isn’t what happens when you shave, and it isn’t what happens when you don’t shave — it’s what happens when you want to announce to the world that you’ve got a problem with a capital “P.”

A mustache is a deliberate two-fingered salute to mother nature from a man who’s pretty much saying, “There’s nothing nice about me, and I’m going to prove it.”

Growing a bush of coarse, finely trimmed hair above your lip isn’t clever. In fact, it suggests complete howling at the moon insanity and a complete lack of respect for the rest of humanity.

Joseph Stalin, Genghis Khan, Captain Hook, Vlad the Impaler, Dick Dastardly, Jeffrey Dahmer, Albert Fish, Augusto Pinochet, and, of course, Adolf Hitler have all sported the sort of mustache guaranteed to make you go, “Hmmm.”

Why? What exactly is it with evil bastards and mustaches?

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Is Vladimir Putin The Richest Man On The Planet?

Vladimir Putin may portray himself as a man of a people and a president who’s really a peasant at heart, but critics have claimed it’s all a front and the “Russian bear” is sitting on the world’s biggest and most unimaginable fortune.

Although Putin enjoys selling the image of himself as a modest man who drew an income in 2014 of just over £83,000, and lives between two medium sized portents, whilst enjoying a small share in a car parking garage to help supplement his meagre wage from the state, some say Putin has slyly tucked away a nest egg worth £140billion.

Now that’s a lot of dollars. Much more than Microsoft founder Bill Gates’ net worth, in fact, if the claim by hedge fund manager Bill Browder is true, it would make Putin the wealthiest man in creation.

The Mirror reports that in the gangster state that is Putin’s Russia, rumors abound that Putin has has turned colossal corruption into an art form. They then delight in pointing out the old Russian adage that “The fish rots from the head down.”

Still, £140billion is an awful lot of corruption. Enough to fill hell itself twice over. Yet even Putin’s most staunch defenders would be hard pressed to deny that growing rumors of the Russian leader’s “mafia like” spider’s web of personal connections, dodgy deals, big buck corruption, bully boy tactics, and sugar-coated threats haven’t been working out daily on the treadmill for a fair few years now.

Even the U.S. Treasury have added their voice to the choir of critics and accused Putin of accumulating a massive personal wealth through corruption and embezzling state funds.

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Is Jim Morrison Alive, Well, And Living As a Homeless Hippy?

The Doors frontman Jim Morrison didn’t die in a Paris bathtub after all, but he’s alive and well and living on the streets of New York as a homeless hippy — at least according to a YouTube conspiracy theorist.

Up until now, it was largely thought that the Lizard King met his tragic end on July 3, 1971, at the age of 27.

Since Morrison’s early demise, many rumors have been scattered to the four winds about how the Doors singer faked his own death and escaped the grave to become, amongst other things, a captain of industry, a desert island recluse, and a CIA operative. However, considering his hard-living ways, hell-raising behavior, and built-in self-destructive streak, it seemed safe to say that his old friend “The End” finally found Morrison all those years ago, one way or the other.

Yet, a YouTube filmmaker who goes by the name of Brokkkenstar insists that Jimbo didn’t die of heart failure but just disappeared beneath the radar and carried on doing his thing.

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Was Ace Frehley The Most Talented Member of Kiss?

Kiss legends Ace Frehley and Paul Stanley have put down their swords, laid aside their differences, and reunited on a new album by the Space Ace, which sees the former Kiss guitarist delivering a collection of classic rock covers in his trademark laconic drawl.

For many who have served time in the battle-hardened ranks of the Kiss army, Frehley was always the coolest and most naturally talented member of the high-heeled, costumed clowns with a taste for slap and feminine clothing.

Frehley’s chuck it in the bucket, f**k it, and move on attitude was in stark contrast to Paul Stanley’s bubbling over with excitement and friendly labrador demeanor, and the Space Ace’s effortlessly laid back persona often made Gene Simmons’ demonic theatrics look like amateur night at the big top

It’s true, Paul Stanley and Gene Simmons may have written the lion’s share of the Kiss catalogue but for every “God of Thunder” and “Detroit Rock City,” there was also such unlistenable dirge as “Bang Bang You” and “Love’s a Deadly Weapon.”

Quality control has always been something of an issue with the “Lennon and McCartney” of the cock rock scene.

Compared with Stanley and Simmons, Frehley may have only written a handful of songs that graced Kiss albums, but nearly every one is a soul scorching, fret destroying, megabeast.

Think “Parasite,” “Gold Gin,” “Shock Me,” “Strange Ways,” and “Flaming Youth.” It may have taken Frehley some time before he found his voice and was confident enough to sing his own songs, but when he did, it wasn’t in the hight pitched and camp style of Stanley, or the affected gruffness of Simmons; it was with a tone from the streets boasting something which Kiss often lacked — credibility.

It’s no secret that when the four Kiss members decided to venture out and each release a solo album, Ace Frehley’s was the only genuine classic amongst the bunch.

If you haven’t heard Ace’s debut masterpiece, you’re missing out big time. From “Rip It Out” to “Fractured Mirror,” the album is a timely reminder that Stanley and Simmons should have let Frehley have more input on the Kiss albums. The guitar, the voice, the delivery. It all combines to create something spectacular that definitely stands the test of time.

The trouble with Frehley is he never really seemed to fulfill his real potential. On successive solo albums, there were always classics such as “Rock Soldiers” and “Into The Night,” but nothing on the scale that would have made Stanley and Simmons think twice about releasing such hellish travesties as Crazy Nights.

Yet, just like a malt whiskey, Frehley was a rare vintage that once again proved himself as the most genuinely talented member of Kiss during their brief reunion.


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Can Kim-Jong-Un’s Outrageous Behavior Be Blamed On Poor Parenting?

Kim Jong-un’s latest outlandish claim that he has invented an alcoholic drink that doesn’t give you a hangover is the latest in a long line of fantastical boasts from a leader who has also claimed to have cured cancer, AIDS, and Ebola. But is little Kim living in the paradise of the fool or is he simply another product of bad parenting?

On the world stage, Kim Jong-un is often seen as a figure of fun. He’s not. The supreme leader of the Democratic People’s Republic of Korea is deadly serious when it comes creating a fantastical image of himself, and like most egotistical psychopaths, he’s willing to kill in the name of perpetuating the myth.

According to the gospel of North Korea, little Kim could drive a car at the tender age of 3 and was winning yachting races before he was 10. He also conquered North Korea’s highest mountain wearing a suit and dress shoes. How suave.

As well as indulging in gout-inducing proportions of Swiss cheese, Kim is rumored to also be a massive fan of Eric Clapton, which, on face value, would make the little leader evil on an epic scale.

Like his dad, Kim also loves to drink and party like a rock star and is forever splashing the cash on new technologies and remedies to help him combat hangovers and fatigue. Currently, Kim is looking to become the toast of alcoholics everywhere after claiming to have invented a special blend of liquor that doesn’t give you a hangover.

As every self-respecting binge drinker knows, if there was a tried and tested cure to kill hangovers, then God is sure as hell keeping it to himself, and he’s not about to share it with a diminutive, portly little chap with a woman’s name and a haircut rarely seen this side of the 1980s.

So what made Kim a pathological liar prone to fantastical boasts in the first place? Was he born that way, or was the example that papa Kim set to blame for Junior’s tendency of being free and easy with the truth?

For 17 long years, Kim Jong-un’s dad, the tenacious tyrant Kim Jong-il, ruled North Korea with an iron fist. Yet, how much did anybody really know about this heavy-drinking, chain-smoking, bug-eyed shade wearing, hamburger loving, James Bond fan with a speech impediment?

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Which Country Is Most Likely To Trigger World War 3?

The world’s armies have never been bigger, global tension has never been higher, and the world is perpetually on the brink of World War 3. But which countries are most likely to trigger the war that really would end all wars, and who has more troops ready, armed, and primed for conflict should the unimaginable happen and World War 3 become a reality?

The Express has kindly listed for all those potential troublemaking nations out there, the top 10 “nations you would not want to go to war with.” Heading the list of heavyweight contenders who could hold their own corner in the event of a global war is our old friend China.

With a fear-inspiring 2,333,000 troops on active duty and the same number again in its reserve forces, China is one Asian powerhouse ready to rumble at the drop of a bomb. China has a working age population of 600 million, all of whom could be called upon in the event of World War 3. The country also boasts a formidable amount of firepower, with thousands of military vehicles and aircraft at its disposal.

The U.S. slots sharply into second place with an active military force of 1.4 million. Amazingly, America has nearly double the amount of aircraft carriers than the rest of the world combined. So sovereignty of the skies is sort of assured. Which is no surprise, considering in 2015, Washington’s defense budget was almost $800 billion. That’s a lot of dollars, folks.

Although never considered a real threat in terms of triggering World War 3, India should be taken very seriously indeed. With an army of 1.3 million, it’s not exactly short of troops, even if it does lack the firepower of the other big players on the list.

Up next with 1,190,000 active personnel and an army which consists of almost four out of every 10 people is North Korea. And with you know who in charge, you dismiss this country at your peril.

Although Russia is in a somewhat surprising fifth place with only 765,000 trained troops, you can bet your bottom dollar that every one of those soldiers is trained extremely well. And in case we forget, Russia boasts more nuclear weapons than any other country in the world.

The rest of the list consists of Pakistan (630,400 active personnel), South Korea (630,000 active personnel), Iran (534,000 active personnel), Turkey (510,600 active personnel), and Vietnam (482,000 active personnel).

You might well ask yourself where does the poor old U.K. fit into all of this. Well, it’s not something the British government has given much thought to. Dramatic cuts in recent years have reduced the size of the British army considerably, and it now ranks at 38 on the Global Firepower index, languishing limply beneath countries such as Greece, Myanmar, and Sri Lanka.

Yet, the million-dollar question is, firepower aside, which of the above global hard-hitters is most likely to trigger World War 3?

Find out who’s got the big guns and is not afraid to use them here! 

Are The Rich Getting Richer? You Can Bet Your Bottom Dollar They Are

In an age of austerity and financial meltdown, where people are living hand to mouth and worrying how to keep a roof over their heads and feed their families, there’s only a few things that you can rely on to never change: one is death, the other is taxes, and the other is that the rich will keep on getting richer even if the world burns and the earth dies screaming.

When they’re not busy ripping people off and paying slave wages, getting even richer is what the filthy rich do, and it’s a hard habit for these craven and money-chasing souls to shake.

A recent Oxfam report suggests that a mere 1 percent of the population holds half the world’s wealth. To break that figure down into terms we can all hate, that translates as 73 million people owning just a much as the other 7.3 billion have to share.

Who are these 73 million people you may wonder. Well, they’re certainly selfish souls who never paid much attention to Jesus Christ’s parable of the five loaves and two fish, but even these greedy guzzlers and worshippers of Mammon could learn a thing or two from the 62 richest people on the planet.

These plucky 62 philanthropists one and all own as much wealth as the poorer half of the global population combined. Or as they’re so tenderly described, “the bottom half of humanity.”

Yes, sir, the rich are getting richer, and there’s none richer than the world’s richest three men. So here’s looking at you software mogul Bill Gates, Mexican telecom magnate Carlos Slim Helu, and investor Warren Buffett. These three musketeers have a combined net worth of US$230 billion, according to Forbes. The question is why do they need it, what do they need it for, and what kind of world are we living in which makes such an accumulation of insane wealth possible?

A world gone wrong perhaps, or just one consumed by greed and rampant capitalism. Of course, if you dare criticize the grossly disproportionate distribution of wealth and social ills that follow in its trail, you’ll be accused, usually by the very wealthy, of being poisoned by the politics of envy, harboring the resentment of the peasant, or being bone idle and jealous of your betters who have made a comfortable life for themselves by enslaving others to a lifetime of soul-destroying tedium and mind-paralyzing labor, for little or no reward.

Yet, the concentration of wealth is killing the world’s economy and will eventually put it six foot under. The super — let’s call them filthy — rich probably realize this but don’t care. When the revolution comes, it will be televised, but solely for their entertainment, as they watch from the comfort of their super yachts and fortress retreats, with cocktail in hand, the carnage and chaos their greed has caused.

It may sound like hyperbole, but where else is this merry go round going to end?

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Are Kate Middleton And Prince William Really Work Shy Materialists?

Kate Middleton and Prince William have come under heavy fire as of late for what their critics brand as an abject lack of work ethic and flagrant disregard for royal duties. At heart are the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge work-shy materialists with a craven love for power without responsibility and wealth without hard graft?

Many would snarl “most definitely,” and if truth be told you can call Kate Middleton and Prince William a lot of things but “hard-working” isn’t really one of them.

Take a recent article in The Mirror by Carole Malone for example. Obviously not a fan of the future King of England, whom she brands as a “work-shy petulant prince,” Malone goes on to slam the man who made Kate Middleton famous, as a “big soft lad who’s still hiding behind the cloak of poor persecuted, hounded Wills which protected him for so long after his mum died.”

It’s strong stuff, but to be fair, Prince William did place himself directly in the firing line last week when he raised his head above the parapet and made a speech about how important it was for Britain to stay in the E.U.

Royals should know better than to meddle in politics and speak for the common man, but perhaps taking a leaf out of his dad’s book, Wills may have felt the need to descend from his ivory tower and lecture the British population on how they should vote, before they return to their daily grind and carry on the time honored and noble pursuit of keeping the rich man wealthy.

Needless to say, such royal sentiments went down like a lead balloon. Especially with Malone who snarled like a rottweiler who’s been brutally beaten by a regal regime, that Prince William is a selfish sort who has no right telling anyone anything.

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107 Man Reveals The Secret To A Long Life Is To Drink Four Bottles Of Red Wine A Day

For all you connoisseurs of the grape and aficionados of the “vino,” here’s some good news for you: guzzling copious amounts of red wine is extremely beneficial for your health — or at least it was in the case of a certain Spaniard who lived to the ripe old age of 107.

The Independent reports that recently-deceased Antonio Docampo Garcia, who passed away last week in northwestern Spain, lived a long and fruitful life, and imbibed nothing but homemade red wine throughout most of his 107 years on the planet.

Health experts recently announced that drinking more than one glass of red wine a day significantly raises your risk of getting cancer, and that nearly ruined everyone’s evening tipple, but then along comes the tale of a fearless free spirit such as Antonio, who imbibed four bottles of his own homemade red wine each and every day, and it looks very much like the party is back on for those who appreciate a full-bodied vintage.

Not that excessive binging on alcohol is ever advised, and even if it was, most of us would be hard pressed to but away four bottles of the good stuff on a daily basis. Yet Antonio’s heroic intake and warrior like attitude to booze, is testament to the old adage that sometimes you’ve got to measure the medicine to the man and not the man to the medicine.

And after 107 years of drinking two bottles of red wine with his lunch and two with dinner, the magic medicine of the grape certainly appeared to do Antonio no harm.

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