Chachi got roughed up by a rocker’s wife

She grabbed him by the pussy. No kidding (via TMZ):

Scott Baio has filed a police report claiming the wife of the Red Hot Chili Peppers drummer went nuts on him at a function with their elementary school kids … physically attacking him over his support of Donald Trump.

Law enforcement tells TMZ, Baio says he was at an event with his daughter Saturday in Thousand Oaks, CA, when Nancy Mack confronted him. Mack, who’s married to drummer Chad Smith, is a vocal anti-Trump supporter … who has called the Prez-elect racist … began berating and cursing Baio, one of Trump’s strongest celebrity supporters.

We’re told Baio told cops he asked her to quiet down because kids were present, but Mack was undeterred, asking him how he could support a man who said, “Grab ’em by the pussy.” Baio claims she repeatedly screamed, “Grab ’em by the pussy.”

Baio asked Nancy to stop, but he claims she kept repeating the comment because she felt everyone needed to hear it, cause Trump used it. Baio told cops at that point Mack attacked him, grabbing him under his arms and then shaking and pushing him.

Sources close to Mack say she was merely trying to show Baio how Trump hugs women and denies any intentional physical aggression.

The Ventura County Sheriff’s Dept. is investigating the incident and Mack is listed as a battery suspect.

OK, I thought this was a fake news item, because of course a manly pump truppet would spray his manliness around a room and liberals would quake in fear (because that’s what truppets expect to happen).

But this comes from TMZ, which, we all know can be a sleazy gossip site, but it does cover Hollywood craziness better than any other media outlet in the world. And if you go to Baio’s Twitter account, you see his wife has verified the incident.

What Mrs. Baio doesn’t realize is that these days, everything is sane.

Donald Trump: Small hands, small mind

That’s what Donald Trump meant right? That Little Marco Rubio (wouldn’t that be Marcolito?) had implied that because Trump had small hands, something else on him was small, which obviously must be a reference to his brain?

Small side note: I remember watching “Pee-wee’s Playhouse” years ago (because I was in my 30s and extremely immature), and Cowboy Curtis made a similar observation about body parts.

OK, let’s get past the fact that Lawrence Fishburn is Cowboy Curtis, because this is long before Morpheus and “The Matrix.” But as I parse this, I guess the small hands/small mind construct is too abstract. By the rules of “Pee-wee’s Playhouse,” Marcolito’s reference to Trump’s small hands meant that Trump also had small gloves.

Because if it meant anything other than that, this Trump dig, after Mitt Romney blasted him a couple of days ago, could mean something to horrible to imagine:

Trump: “Mitt, drop to your knees. You know I don’t have small hands.”

After all, what else could that mean?

 

Hungry like ‘the Wolf’

I saw this movie a couple of weeks ago, and really enjoyed it:

It was truly a celebration of rich people behaving badly, and Leonardo DiCaprio was excellent in it.

Technically, it’s not supposed to be an inspirational movie. You know, bad people doing bad things and all that. Apparently, some stock brokers don’t see it that way (from the London Evening Standard):

Cinemas across London are preparing to welcome thousands of bankers, brokers and traders to bespoke private screenings, the Standard has learned, and a cinema booking company says there is more corporate demand for this film than any they can remember.

With one company planning to dress up Nineties Wall Street-style for the occasion, the City’s buzz about [Jordan] Belfort has the ring of an enthronement. It is tempting to think that DiCaprio’s character might be a new cult hero for a new generation of bankers, as Gordon Gekko (protagonist of 1987’s Wall Street) was to their bosses. You can imagine the Square Mile’s new generation quoting Belfort’s corny phrases about money, drugs and women like their pre-crash predecessors did Gekko’s.

A comedy email flying around between bankers in London and New York this week makes the link, plotting a market index since the Eighties with arrows showing major price falls on the release dates of Wall Street and its 2010 sequel Money Never Sleeps, and a Wolf of Wall Street arrow pointing at today’s high price. Will the Wolf consign so many bankers and traders to therapy and rehab that the markets will plummet on its release, the jokes goes. At least I think it’s a joke.

For those of you not familiar with international financial markets, “the City” referred to here isn’t London. The City is what the Brits call their version of Wall Street. They’re treating this movie like it’s a blueprint for success. Maybe they’re thinking all they have to avoid will be the drugs, the prostitutes and the money laundering. That way, they can steal people’s money legally, I guess.

Oh, by the way. The Wolf lives. Jordan Belfort is now a motivational speaker in California. Here’s an interview with him:

Got to admit. The guy is smooth.