There has been much ado on Facebook this week over a comment attributed to Sarah Palin that Jesus Christ had celebrated Easter during his time on Earth, even though just about everyone knows he was crucified three days before what became Easter. Ridicule, animosity, name-calling, hatred and other misanthropic adjectives darkened cyberspace when the story appeared, even after it was disclosed that the report was a fictional piece published in a satirical blog called the Daily Currant.
I, of course, as a registered Weeping Liberal, joined right in using terms like "horse's rear end" and "stupid baby ass," my granddaughter's phrase, to describe the unfortunate woman who, shudder, aspires to become president of the United States someday. Then I checked out the Currant story, discovered its satirical intent and placed the truth on FB, but was told to "rot in hell' and the animosity continued anyhow and is still sputtering away.
I find the situation intriguing by its display of truth mixed with mischief and how It fired the response of those who dabble in the social media. It's that way when the name of any celebrity, whether a politician or entertainer, is associated with news deemed to be important enough to share.
For instance, Nikki Finke, L.A.'s battling queen of gossip, reported last night that a body discovered in a room of West Hollywood's Chateau Marmont hotel might be that of the legendary actor Mickey Mouse, who has not been seen for several days. Finke quoted Sheriff's Dept. spokesman Steve Whitmore as whispering to her that the mouse was dressed only in red shorts with buttons on the front and large yellow shoes on his feet, the manner in which Mouse has dressed for about 85 years.
A chorus of lawyers from the Disney Corporation, backed by a children's band called the Mousketeer Revival, angrily denied the report, but it was too late. Newspaper and television reporters and the local paparazzi jammed the lobby of the hotel, the Sheriff's department and Sunset Strip's exclusive CastsAway Club that Mouse was known to frequent.
They were told that while the dead victim's description fit that of Mouse (black, 3.5 feet tall, large ears , a tail), the body was half-eaten and difficult to identify. Any kind of authentication had to await paw prints and DNA tests to make an accurate determination. Toxicology tests will follow.
It is known that Mouse suffered from drug addiction and while under the influence of cocaine often partied with a group of wild celebrity felines to prove that he was famous enough to live life on the edge without suffering consequences. Minnie, his housemate, told Finke later that Mouse had been in drug rehab for the past year, hoping to overcome his addiction. Mouse's best friend, Donald's son Randy Duck, offered comments to reporters but has inherited his father's speech impediment, quackery syndrome, and was not understood enough to record or quote. Porky Pig also tried but failed.
Hold everything. Nikki Finke has just called and said Mouse was located by a group of aging members of the original Mousketeers who had formed a search committee. He has been holed up with a gay lover in a Malibu condominium, but when asked directly if he was homosexual, he laughed and said that Gordon was an interior decorator and they had simply been involved in creating a design for a new house in Colorado. The identity of Mouse's dead look-alike remains unknown.