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The WGA has negotiated a deal with Tom Cruise and the revived UA studio. You know, the wet fart of a studio that rendered unto the annals of Hollywood history that timeless classic, Lions For Lambs.
Apparently, this deal is the break in the Big Media ranks for which they've all been so breathlessly waiting, a moment on par with the American's liberating Paris in 1944.
AHAHAHAHAHA!
They're so desperate as to be delusional, and I'd pity them their delusion if it weren't causing so much hardship and heartache for so many. They've become so sidetracked from the original central issue of the strike - New media and Internet Streaming and the residuals derived there from - that I don't foresee a resolution to the strike for a long time, and once a resolution is reached, I doubt the sets will boast a "familial atmosphere." Too much has been said in the heat of the moment. Most of the vicious gum-flapping has come from the writers, and I wonder what they'll say when they have to return to the set, hats in hand, and face the BTLers they cavalierly dismissed and the moguls they so gleefully maligned.
Flack Bunny has emerged from his hutch, reinvigorated by his holiday, and Et Tu part VI has begun with a bang. Well, a blowjob, really, and its such dirty fun.
Apparently, this deal is the break in the Big Media ranks for which they've all been so breathlessly waiting, a moment on par with the American's liberating Paris in 1944.
AHAHAHAHAHA!
They're so desperate as to be delusional, and I'd pity them their delusion if it weren't causing so much hardship and heartache for so many. They've become so sidetracked from the original central issue of the strike - New media and Internet Streaming and the residuals derived there from - that I don't foresee a resolution to the strike for a long time, and once a resolution is reached, I doubt the sets will boast a "familial atmosphere." Too much has been said in the heat of the moment. Most of the vicious gum-flapping has come from the writers, and I wonder what they'll say when they have to return to the set, hats in hand, and face the BTLers they cavalierly dismissed and the moguls they so gleefully maligned.
Flack Bunny has emerged from his hutch, reinvigorated by his holiday, and Et Tu part VI has begun with a bang. Well, a blowjob, really, and its such dirty fun.