My fellow Americans,
Our rallying cries against health care have finally been heard! But let’s not go half-way! Let us follow through on our commitment to keep Uncle Sam off our lawns and porches!
We who DON’T want health care make the following 10 pledges:
BILL OF FREEDOM FROM EVIL GOVERNMENT
1. We will not use any paved roads. These have been paid for by the government. Read more…
Listen to full episode: “The Lunatic Fringe”
Dear President Obama,
I supported you in the election. As loud as I could. I made calls, sent emails, bought merchandise, attended rallies. The night before your inauguration I was so excited I could not sleep. Read more…
I’m getting paranoid. And it’s not because of the “death panels” the right wing is trying to scare the stupid into believing are comin’ down the mountain… no, I’m getting paranoid because I’ve noticed a strange phenomenon of late: nobody will sit next to me.
Listen to full episode: “There’s a Space Right Here”
Buddy Giovinazzo’s Life is Hot in Cracktown is coming out on DVD. It stars Kerry Washington, Evan Ross, Victor Rasuk, Illeana Douglas and myself. Illeana and I play a crack-addled couple barely hanging on as her two children witness the horrors our of addiction. You can see a behind-the scenes clip on YouTube to get a sense of the film.
Fair warning: it’s a tough, gritty piece of cinema, and not always the easiest thing to watch, but there are some damned fine performances in there. You can order a copy at Amazon.com now.
Well, after a great shoot in Milwaukee on No God, No Master with the wonderful David Strathairn, it’s back to New York for heat waves, frigid subways and a lot of sirens. I think the thick air must create some kind of echo chamber because the city is as loud as I ever remember it.
Still, it’s good to be back, even though I didn’t want the shoot to end. The cast and crew were brilliant, and I really enjoyed my time as Carlo Tresca.
All things must pass, so… onward to the next project, whatever that may be. These are the days in which actors either go a bit stir crazy, wondering why they aren’t offered the next job immediately, or take the time to “mend nets,” as a friend put it. I think I’ll mend nets.