THE HOLLYWOOD RAGE PAGE

Mozart is forever. Delacroix is forever. Swan Lake is forever. But for we tick-tock mortals who are not permanently housed in a museum or waiting in the wings to perform, forever is not forever. For us, forever is a romantic notion that comes with a prescribed- in-concrete expiration date. Without forever the ladies would be shopping at “21.” And yet the reality is, ours is an inescapable turntable existence where, no matter how rapturous the sound, the end is needle accurate, certain and circular. Sooner or later our talent for flipping the record to the other side becomes challenging and ultimately impossible. Now there is a good kind of forever and a not so good kind. The not so good kind is the one fancied by children, irritated teachers, exasperated parents and neighbors whose vocabulary features words like: constantly, continually, indecently, endlessly, persistently, repeatedly, non-stop, morning, ...

Autumn is barely three days old and I already feel the effects of the seasonal contract.   As per our silent and binding agreement, my restless summer soul is being quietly toddler tucked beneath a duvet fluffed with a thousand fallen hero leaves which signal the beginning of the memory parade which features every other autumn that has marched before. Memories and leaves are no different.   They are born with hope and nurtured by experience as they turn from the shy blush of youth to the soldier fading hues of ancient history. When I was young I loved to burrow myself in the Van Gogh-like stacks of raked leaves and make arm-fluttering autumn angels while I watched the spirited burnt orange and red sky melt like a low flame pan of slowly fainting crayons. I grew up in the concrete suburbs of Hollis, Queens, New York where we lived in a tiny citadel, the stronghold of blue-collar families which were as solid as the illusion that we had that we were just as str...

Okay, so the "failing" New York Times (a name that your president says constantly which is based on no facts) has printed a story that Ron Rosenstein considered wiring himself and invoking the 25th Amendment, which has weaponized your president, even though his source is "fake." It is my contention that the White House planted that story so that Trump could use its "news" to fire Rosenstein en route to muzzling Robert Mueller. Let us step back and take in the scenery, shall we? Every single account about the inner insanity of the White House whether they be books by Bob Woodward, Omarosa Manigault Newman or Micheal Wolff or an anonymous op-ed piece in the "failing" New York Times have all painted the exact same picture: Trump is nuts and the close circle around him have been dedicated to protecting us from his completely unhinged impulses. Trump's response is always the same. Everyone is a liar, every...