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Jamie Lee Curtis Taete crafts an open letter to the “worst wax museum in America,” in Hollywood:

Beyond just looking really, really, really, really shitty, your waxworks have a larger issue: you have, without exception, managed to depict each celebrity as a character in their least memorable movie. For instance, you chose to depict Adam Sandler, star of The Waterboy, Big Daddy, Happy Gilmore, and dozens of other films that people have actually seen (or heard of) as his character from the movie where it rains gumballs. Google tells me, it is called Bedtime Stories. 

Another Dish fave after the jump:

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More hilariously hideous photos here. And for more wax museum hathos, head over to Bad Postcards.

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A reader writes:

The comments section on Glenn Beck’s “The Blaze” website is so disturbing right now it has actually become hilarious.  Be careful, the sheer amount of facepalming this evokes might leave a permanent mark. These people are experiencing so much cognitive dissonance over what America means and represents in the modern world that you can almost hear their heads exploding trying to make sense of it all by grasping onto the most ridiculous of explanations.

Normally I’m not one to revel in victory; or rather, I try to enjoy winning but not revel in the loss of others. I mean hell, we’re all going to be on the losing side sometimes.  But sweet Jesus, it’s hard today. Here is a link to the comments section along with a few choice excerpts I’ve excerpted below (cue Cartman’s “tears of insufferable sadness“):

“It is your kind that is intolerant of our religion. You refuse to accept that we feel strongly about this.”

“We never hated gays – we just didn’t want them to use the word marriage. But your kind will never be satisfied until marriage is done away with and all churches are bankrupted and driven underground.”

“My wish for this once fine country is for it to be destroyed utterly. To be erased from the pages of history and never to be remembered by any who come after us unless it is to be compared to Sodom and Gomorrah in reference to the completeness of our depravity and moral collapse and our destruction at the hand of God.”

“For the first time in my life I despise my country.”

“The Gay president knows that homosexuals are easily controlled……Once you give up morals….You will give up guns you will give up everything……Property…..Jobs……You will be Government property…….Trade in you gun rights for a marriage certificate…….I watch gay women on TV……They are not commited and never will be…….My advice for men…….Do not be a sperm donor…..Do not…!!”

“I wouldn’t get too happy there, because once muslim laws take over here in America and before you say it won’t…maybe you should read about how CAIR and other muslim organizations are infiltrating our government. Plus, Obama is meeting with radical islamists in the WH (he just had a meeting with one, matter of fact there is a story on it here on the Blaze. Once the muslim laws take effect, homosexuals will be killed (just read the Quran)….but hey keep celebrating and think that light you see is the light at the end of the tunnel instead of the oncoming train.”

Sweet Jesus …

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James Murray-White searches for silver linings in Fuck for Forest, a hilariously awful documentary that follows “a radical group based in Berlin who produce pornographic material to raise money for environmental causes”:

The most interesting parts of the film are when the group approach people to come join them and be photographed naked, or filmed having sex. They share the statistic at about 1 in every 10 they approach agree and shed their inhibitions. That is a fascinating study, which the maker could have explored a bit more, including an early scene where a chap with a lot of emotional baggage gets photographed naked in an inner-City park to try to heal.

Naturally enough, they manage to raise a huge sum of money to take to donate to Indigenous groups in the Amazon region, but here is where the well intentioned plan beaches. When they arrive there, they are welcomed, taken into the forest and the heart of the human community, even given a traditional herb to create hallucinations and open up parts of the mind to a more enlightened state. But in an excruciating scene, where the group attempt to articulate their vision to the locals, and offer up their overflowing wallet, the community want specifics from them like jobs or self-directed job creation, not idle hand-outs from oddly dressed Westerners. The group leaves bruised, mis-understood, their vision in tatters, for want of poor research and naïve ambitions.

Trailer for the film here.

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From the American Enterprise Institute’s countdown of the “21 Greatest Conservative Rap Songs Of All Time” is a close-reading of Dr. Dre’s “Still D.R.E.” featuring Snoop Dogg. It is not apparently a parody:

[J]ust because something is hip and new it is not necessarily better (“Still the beats bang, still doing my thang / Since I left, ain’’ too much changed, still”). Hope and change are not a substitute for skill and competence: “I bring the fire till you’re soaking in your seat / It’s not a fluke, it’s been tried, I’m the truth.” But of course, even Dr. Young’s tried and tested approach to producing beats is of limited worth without hard work. From the moment he wakes up till the moment he goes to sleep, his mind is focused on his professional obligations (“Treat my rap like Cali weed, I smoke til I sleep / Wake up in the A.M., compose a beat”). But that does not mean that he is unwilling to dedicate some of his time to teaching, passing on the truth of the ages to new generations (“Kept my ear to the streets, signed Eminem / He’s triple platinum, doing 50 a week”).

Near the end of the song, all this culminates in a warning to wannabe revolutionaries everywhere: “Dr. Dre be the name / Still running the game.” And this extends, of course, to those who believe that a Marxist utopia can be established through democratically endorsed redistribution of wealth. As Dr. Young explains in “Forgot About Dre,” a song from his next album: “If it was up to me / You motherf****** would stop coming up to me / With your hands out lookin’ up to me / Like you want something free.”