Pat Sajak has an article out that remarks on the deafening silence from the Hollywood crowd regarding the murder of Dutch filmmaker Theo Van Gogh. Mr. Van Gogh apparently offended certain members of "The Religion of Peace^®" with a short documentary on the generally shabby treatment of women in the Muslim world and, consequently, was murdered his dissent was crushed he drew a critical review that must have been his own fault.

This makes me think back a few years to the Oscar night when Elia Kazan received an award for Lifetime Achievement and all of those courageous-only-by-the-Hollywood-definition fellow artists sat on their hands as a protest to Kazan's involvement in the McCarthy/Hollywood Blacklist event in the 1950's.

So, yes, I remember you, Ed Harris, and Amy Madigan, and Nick Nolte, et al who were so smugly showing off your "principles" on your sleeves that night and I am comparing it to what I hear from you now, when someone is actually killed for his art, rather than relegated to ghost writing for a few years later to be lionized for all time.

It might all be worth it if we could now stop hearing about Ring Lardner and Dalton Trumbo and John Ashcoft's Amerika™ for the eleventy-billionth time from these people.

But we won't.

What a sorry lot.