By Hans Ebert
Maybe something good will come out of this Anything Goes world where, somehow, the bogey man has crept up on us and turned us into a generation of muppets unable to tell right from wrong, stupid from clever and manipulation from real-life priorities, and real talent from pseudo celebritydom. Maybe. Of course, when you’re rich and powerful, you can say any shit. You can say the same shit over and over again and hope to hell everyone has forgotten how many times you’ve failed to deliver on promises. It doesn’t mean that this time it’s going to stick. Or happen. Give it a rest, girlfriend. There are those who see right through you.