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Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Maker’s Mark misanthropy

Now, I have been known in my time to enjoy – as I am sure have many others – the odd libation. In so doing, I have on occasion been known to utter (a variation on the theme of) “Goodness, had I not imbibed so enthusiastically yester-eve, I might not now be experiencing sensations of stomach churning and mild regret at this juncture” the following day.

Never, however, have I mused gently on the regrettable demise of slavery and later blamed it on the fact that someone made me drink too much - as did a bunch of South Carolina frat boys stitched up recently in the Borat movie:

The plaintiffs -- listed as John Doe 1 and John Doe 2 -- were allegedly assured the film would not be shown in the U.S. and their identities would not be revealed.
They were both selected to appear in the movie and, according to the suit, taken "to a drinking establishment 'to loosen up' and provided alcoholic beverages." They claim they signed the movie releases after "heavy drinking."

The suit claims both men were then taken to a motor home where they were filmed, all the while "encouraged to continue drinking."
The plaintiffs claim they suffered "humiliation, mental anguish, and emotional and physical distress, loss of reputation, goodwill and standing in the community..." because the movie was indeed released in the U.S.

Whatever happens to people when they’re drunk or otherwise intoxicated – and let’s be honest, unfortunate things sometimes will happen – alcohol is not, in most cases, capable of performing a total personality bypass on the human brain (although I'm told it can do very odd things when you mess with the air pressure. Stay away from the Gordon’s on longhaul flights, is all I'm saying).
Point is, I simply don’t believe that people start spouting utter drivel entirely removed from their actual opinions when they’ve had a few. There has to be a morsel of truth hiding in there somewhere, even when it is expressed in less than professional terms. On some small level, in other words, what you say when totally poleaxed will be what you think.

These boys essentially made numpties of themselves on film, and that’s nobody else’s fault but their own. Rather than sueing they’d be far better off trying to let the whole affair die down and thereafter go back to their lives. (Even if they have to move to Alaska or Mongolia to do it).

See, that Mel Gibson has a lot to answer for. Not only has he been responsible for such accuracy-phobic, hyperbolic nonsense as Braveheart (Scotland is an independent nation, the English monarch was secretly the illegitimate offspring of William Wallace, and Edward II’s boyfriend was pushed out of a window by his dad? Right you are, then…) and The Patriot (OK, so it was the Nazis that locked the innocents in the church and burned them alive in 1940s France, and nothing to do with the English in the US, but who’s counting?) but he appears to have made it entirely acceptable for people to excuse any manner of putrid xenophobic and generally socially unpleasant nonsense on having swilled down one too many Ribenas. For shame, Mel.

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