Richard Gere gave a speech recently, and here's what he had to say, according to a friendly blog:

"Trust is so important," Gere said, and I paraphrase a little here. "I've learned not to trust anyone who thinks he has God exclusively on his side." Pause. "Not even the president."

Yes, yes, Mr. Gere. Bush lied, people died, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera, paging Yul Brynner. Now for some ad hominem:

We're supposed to trust the opinion of the guy who left Cindy Crawford? Cindy Crawford. This fine woman's the only reason most men in the 1990s watched the otherwise unwatchable House of Style on MTV.¹

Heck, I bet Pepsi's early 1990s resurgence can be pinned solely upon her. Pepsi knows this; they brought her back for a recent ad which I thought a lot of. She's been arguably one of the most beautiful women in the world since the early 1990s, and you left her behind to chase the Dalai Lama.

Allow me to borrow from your own theme: "I've learned not to trust any man who'd walk away from Cindy Crawford." Son, not only do I not trust you, but I think you need your bloody head examined. What were you thinking?

In fullness of disclosure, Richard Gere is a bit off in the head; he chose to make some speech about the need for peace and understanding while the ruins of the World Trade Center still smoldered. Needless to say, that didn't go over well with the audience, and I have some recollection of him being nearly booed off the stage.

UPDATE: I've reworked this one a bit, adding in some personal and historical flavor. Richard Gere's hideously boring, so a bit of an ode to Cindy Crawford was in order. Heh heh heh. Been surfing the 'net for ten years, and I'm still punching "Cindy Crawford" into search engines. Some things never change.

Tip of the Wisconsin hat to Right Voices. ¹ We certainly didn't watch it for Todd Oldham or Isaac Mizrahi, both of whom would infect the screen whilst wearing something on the order of tight leather or leopardskin pants. I vaguely recall snarling at the screen something on the order of, "We're watching this for her, not for you. She's the one we want to see in leather or leopardskin, you light-in-the-loafered sissies!" I kind of edited it in order to adopt for the er, verbal indiscretions of youth that I'd prefer not to recount.

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