Nine days before the New York Times fried psycho control freak Harvey Weinstein for his decade's long orgy of sexually abusing women, degenerate Playboy lifestyle creator Hugh Hefner died - the guy who mainstreamed porn, objectified young women and liberated sex from Judeo-Christian family norms. Could it be that without sick, smutty, hedonistic Hugh they'd be no scandal of Hurricane Harvey II? No swamp cleaning category five cultural shit storm about to engulf liberal, leftist, anything goes Tinsel Town - with many idols crashing to the ground? Isn't Hugh the sick, depraved father of all this decadent West Coast scum? The children of the 60s sexual revolution that he sparked with his magazine war against decency, discipline, restraint and women? The scum who's about to be flushed down the bowl as hundreds if not thousands of actresses and actors great and small come out of the woodwork hurling charges galore (of hetero and homo assault and rape) at big name producers, directors, actors and other rakes?
This purifying storm is happening my friends symbolized by the wild fires raging across the state. Mark my words, by the time Harvey II ends, and most of the worst devastation is done (ruining dozens of power brokers like Harve and big name stars) Donald Trump in comparison will look like a saint - as he sails straight ahead toward a second term laughing as Hollywood, and its Trump hating media allies, crashes and burns.