Tired of the Roman Polanski soap opera yet? The way culture warriors have spun it is fascinatingly macabre, a testament to the lengths desperate ideologues will go to reinforce a point. Suddenly a 30-year old sex crime is historic (and living) proof that the French are decadent; the film industry is perverted; intellectuals are snobby, insensitive louts devoid of decency and common sense; and whatever else you name the liberals are at fault and Obama is probably responsible somehow.
Roll the tape.
Polanski, now 76, was accused of raping a 13-year-old girl in 1977 while photographing her during a modeling session. She said Polanski performed oral sex, intercourse and sodomy on her after giving her champagne and part of a Quaalude pill at Jack Nicholson’s house while the actor was away. Polanski has called the girl a sophisticated teen who willingly had sex with him, but she said he forced himself on her. His victim, Samantha Geimer, who long ago identified herself publicly, sued Polanski and reached an undisclosed settlement. She said she wants the case to be over. — WTOP.com
He feeds this 13 year old champagne and a ‘lude, laps her lint, and then, learning she’s not on the pill, rolls her over and invokes the Great Cornholio. She tells him NO the whole time, but she’s too small and too scared to stop him. And then always the gentleman, he drives her home.
There are legal terms for these activities even when the unwilling participant is of legal age. But don’t overlook the fact that now, in 2009, the victim wants no part of this prosecution. “She wants the case to be over.” So on whose behalf does it continue? Why rape the victim a second time?
But with friends like this Hollywood sophisticate, who needs hangmen?
“I know it wasn’t rape-rape. It was something else but I don’t believe it was rape-rape. He went to jail and when they let him out he was like ‘You know what this guy’s going to give me a hundred years in jail I’m not staying,’ so that’s why he left.” — Whoopie Goldberg
I hope and pray she pronounced it “Wape-Wape,” don’t you? Repeat aloud with me: I know it wasn’t wape-wape. It was something else but I don’t believe it was wape-wape. Reminds me of redneck foreplay: “This gone, hurt, bitch! Roll over!” A commentary on sexual assault as stupid as ever uttered, right up there with, “Oh, they really like it,” and Dr. Henry Aldridge, Republican Congressman, on record as saying, Women don’t get pregnant when raped “because the juices don’t flow.”
I propose abandoning the case against Polanski (and his victim), and delivering Whoopie Goldberg to the Iranians for a public caning. Forget wape-wape. She needs whap-whap, if not across her fat ass, then upside her fool head. And what a great diplomatic maneuver at the same time.
As for Polanski, he needs to stay holed up, out of sight, Roamin’ no more.