I'll Make You A Star

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So, Harvey Weinstein has shown us that Hollywood is sleazy, huh?

Shocking!

I immediately thought of the old Stones song that has the chorus, "I'll take you to the top, baby."

It's from 1980 and talks about a guy begging a young actress, asking her if she wants to be a star in return for favors.

Look at Harvey, (who ran a business here in Buffalo promoting concerts before hitting the big-time), he isn't exactly Brad Pitt.

Yet he had money and influence and he spoke out and donated and...

...everyone knew he was a sleazeball (allegedly) and they all let it go.

Wink and a nod.

'Disgusting Harvey being disgusting Harvey.&

And man, that's a life falling apart!

His wife, his job, his company, his reputation, seemingly every friend.

There was a quick news story saying that he was suicidal.

Ya' think?

The thing about bad behavior is that the dude doing it knows it's wrong. We've all questioned ourselves from time to time throughout our lives:

"I'm all done doing that!"

We tell ourselves as our conscience guides us.

But here's one thing that the nuns lied to me about.

Not everyone has a strong conscience!!

I swear that's been a great lesson in my life. To learn, as an adult, that people will behave badly and not feel a moment of regret!

It was supposed to all be as the nuns laid out.

"We sin because we are weak. We confess. We don't do it again. We're free to sin some other way. Rinse. Repeat."

Eventually we get to the person we want to be.

Harvey is off to rehab to work on becoming a non-slob.

That's lovely.

Do they implant a conscience?

Good luck to him on his great comeback.

What do you figure, a couple of years?

One thing that shocks me, though?

The shocked and horrified people who knew all along.

Their conscience doesn't bother them.

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