. . . “Shatner’s Raw Nerve;” et al awaits your soon to be has-been status. Like Ahab taking his death ride on the Great White Whale, beckoning the fools of the Pequot to follow him to their demise — the TV shows that use cheap, egotistists (lusting for attention) has-been “celebs,” beacons for you to follow.
“Sorry Charley!” you blew it. You have mistaken luck and your father’s perverse, left-wing Hollywood connections for talent, a “tigers blood” and being “Adonis.” The narcotic has made you null and void. Your rantings on all those “exclusive” interviews are nothing but the cockadoodle of a stone junkie. Your nothing but the product of your father’s sick, nothing is out of bounds, liberal hedonism . . . the fruit doesn’t fall far from the tree. Hopefully, Martin Sheen will not end up mourning his son’s death by overdose like another sick, nothing is out-of-bounds, liberal hedonist . . . Carrol O’Connor. Carrol O’Connor changed his mind about drug use after his son Hugh killed himself. O’Connor went on TV “after” his lose to plead that parents aggressively put themselves between drugs and their children . . . Hmm! an admittance of the failure of liberalism if you ask me.
Chuck, you’re not quit in the drain pipe of show business, yet, but you are swirling in the filthy waters of the last ring just prior to entering the pipe. You’ve passed the rings of making a few movies and a comedy sitcom and are now in the swirl of scrimy, low paying TV programing. Fear not, yet, there is still some work for you. The Donald can use you on the Celebrity Apprentice. If the Donald will stoop as low as buying foreclosed cemeteries and using the head stones to make steps for one of his golf course projects . . . that greedy prick is surely capable of hiring you to appear on the Celebrity Apprentice. Moreover, if “Dancing With The Stars” will allow Mike Tyson to strut his stuff . . . you’re more than welcome to do a junkie’s jig.
