Poor Ben. Another victim of celebrity-hood going to his head. He parlayed a nasal whine and deadpan delivery of 5 or was it six “Bueler”s and thought he was a big time actor. Never got his column in the National Review or was it The American Spectator where he went on and on about his kid and how smart he was.
Another conservative hypnotized into believing his publicist’s hype by the flashbulbs of fleeting box office success. Like so many sensible people who get taken in by the fast talking charmer at the door who convinces you that ‘YOU’VE GOT WHAT IT TAKES KID’. Then once the celebrity fades a bit, you’re desperate to rekindle those flashbulbs so you thrash around for some cause or group to be a part of so that you can bask in all that warm attention. Pick the wrong cause or the wrong person and WHAM you’re back in the gutter with your pockets turned inside out. Your dignity; gone, your sensibility; gone, your sense of humor; gone, your ability to laugh at yourself; gone. Like a drunk that’s been rolled you’re sick to your stomach, your valuables are gone and all for a brief, fleeting moment of intense pleasure.