Oliver Stone – love him or hate him, ya gotta admit he’s one hell of a director.
That’s why I am so bummed out, Mr. Stone, that we won’t get to see your latest work. It’s a documentary on Fidel Castro.
Mr. Stone, when you were allowed into Castro’s presence, you found him to be “warm and bright,” adding, “he’s a very driven man, a very moral man. He’s very concerned about his country. He’s selfless in that way.”
“We should look to him as one of the earth’s wisest people, one of the people we should consult.”
Now there are a bunch of spoilsports who don’t want to let us see your latest opus. And it’s all because Cuba line three guys up against a wall and shot them for an attempted hijacking in which no one was injured. And just because Castro has sent 70-some dissidents to prison for long stretches for the horrendous crime of advocating democracy. At least no dissidents were hurt in the making of your film.
But such tribulations face all great artists like you, Mr. Stone, and … and …
And I just can’t keep the sarcasm muffled.
Oliver Stone, what kind of diseased, myopic, willfully blinkered ultra-out-there, ass-kissing whacko are you? For Christ’s sake, you could build a conspiracy case based on the nuthouse ramblings of Jim Garrison in “JFK,” and you couldn’t see that Castro is a dictator? God almighty, do you need for the message to be delivered to you by a goddamned spaceship before you believe it?
Lookit, Olly, in “JFK” you were willing to believe accusations made by the Louisiana Ku Klux Klan when it suited you. You could believe the claims made by “General X,” who turned out to be based on L. Fletcher Prouty who claims, among other things, that Franklin Roosevelt died because Winston Churchill had him poisoned, that Princess Grace of Monaco was probably assassinated by the same hit team that killed JFK, and that the Air Force is keeping a couple of extraterrestial bodies on ice. Oh, and whose claims to insider Pentagon information have been proved groundless.
You could believe in a vast government conspiracy outlined in Garrison’s version of events even though Garrison’s star witness, Perry Russo, had himself said his testimony wasn’t true. You were not the least bit fazed that Garrison’s other star witness, Charles Spiesel, once tried to sue New York City on that grounds that officials “kept him hypnotized for periods of time, caused him to make errors in his work because of their hypnotic control (and) hired ‘plants’ to work in his office,” and utilized “disguises in their attempts to pass themselves off as his relatives.” Shit, you were willing to invent somebody named “Willie O’Keefe” to mouth the claims you wanted to make.
BUT YOU CAN’T PICK UP A GODDAMN NEWSPAPER AND FIND OUT THAT CASTRO IS – NO SHIT! – A DICTATOR?
You think maybe the Agent Orange got to you a little bit back in 'Nam, Olly?
And say, aren’t you the guy who once did that film “Salvador” about how terribly oppressive a Latin American country is? Of course, the real flaw of El Salvador must have been not having leaders who are “warm” “bright” “selfless” “moral” leaders like Fidel Castro, one of the wisest men on earth.
Let us pray for Olly. Maybe the CIA finally became to afraid of him and started coating his camera with crack cocaine that can be absorbed through the skin? Or maybe messrs. Or maybe Spiesel and Prouty teamed up to have the Tri-Lateral Commission have the UFOs train a beam on Olly that turns its victims into clueless Hollywood fuckwits.
No, wait. Olly, you don’t need a secret treatment for that. You’re a “Natural Born Fuckwit.”
Just go the fuck away, Olly. Go on. Get back to the outer fringes. Back. And to the left … back … and to the left … back …