We all are pretty much aware of the hype about the Mayan calendar and how this is supposed to be the final year that this planet survives. I didn’t buy into any of it but if you assess the happenings of the past month you may be changing your mind as well.
John Travolta, the guy that broke women’s hearts in Saturday Night Fever, has been accused of groping the packages of three different men during a massage. Just a few years ago we would teach abstinence in our schools to prevent teen pregnancy….now Teen Mom’s are big stars on TV. Women that had anger issues and drinking problems are the type of people you would expect men to avoid—-now they are referred to as “Real Housewives.” We had a guy in Miami that was nude and eating the freaking FACE off of a homeless guy and some guy in New Jersey was throwing his own intestines at the police.
The biggest city in our country is gonna limit the size of soft drinks because they are concerned about our health yet you can still buy an extra-large pizza with triple cheese. Next thing ya know detainees at Guantanamo Bay will claim to have been tortured by Sesame Street characters. What??? They have???? Time for me to get ready for a garage sale because it seems like we have about six months left.
At this writing THREE people have now come forward saying John Travolta wanted his male masseuse to give him some extra service. There is something seriously wrong when anyone can say anything about anyone and there are no repercussions on those filing false claims. John Travolta has a ton of cash. If he wants someone to yank and pull on his Barbarino he’s not gonna approach someone he doesn’t know on a cruise. There is too much to lose.
One accuser said Travolta allegedly offered him $12,000 for gay sex. That is such a random number it further facilitates my belief that this is all a bunch of bullshit. Where does THAT number come from? I’ve never been involved in a bidding war for gay sex but I imagine it would be in incriminates of fives and tens. The only way I see $12,000 being made as an offer is if was a compromise. Travolta offered ten grand, cabin boy wanted fifteen, so then the next offer would be $12,500. See…..it’s STILL not twelve grand.
I try to put myself in the position of the masseuse to see how I would handle the situation. If I’m giving Travolta a deep tissue massage and he rolls over with an erection that would cut through steel and starts lumbering towards me like a bear I exit the scene. I’m not sticking around to find out how this story ends. There is no discussion about money. There isn’t an opportunity for him to ask for a hug. Start rolling the credits people because I’m not gonna be around when he asks me “Ya wanna know what I mean by Face-Off????”
No go pick on the Kardashians….at least they deserve it.