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Hang on to your heads.
Hollywood — it’s a violent town. And not just because Alec Baldwin and Lindsay Lohan drive free.
It’s a place whose outsize influence over the popular culture and the current president exists in inverse proportion to Tinseltown’s collective intelligence, grace and sense of morality. Now, the perverse land of make-believe has revealed a not-so-well-kept secret:
Hollywood hates Republicans. Perhaps “hate’’ is too gentle a word.
The folks infesting La La Land loathe, despise and wish a gnarly death on anyone who smacks of the right.
It’s time to turn off the tube, America, and try reading a book. I come to this shocking conclusion after having contact with HBO’s wildly popular and ultraviolent gore fest, “Game of Thrones.”
The show has sent a bloody message that, depressingly, drew cheers from the nitwits who populate the Land of Oz.
“Thrones” presented the likeness of George W. Bush — decapitated. His disembodied skull is waved around on a stake, like a marshmallow en route to a fire. But this was no joke.
The barf-inducing Bush pinata was a message of naked contempt for the former leader, whose disdain for the nonexistent contributions of celebrities was matched only by his interest in cutting government funding for the toxic fumes emitted by the stars.
The head was also a symbol of abject triumph: Hey, George, one of us lefties is in the White House now!
HBO last week apologized for a breach of humanity that should have sent the Secret Service scrambling, calling the Bush head “unacceptable, disrespectful and in very bad taste.” But not before show creators David Benioff and D.B. Weiss said “sorry” — not for the head, but for boasting about it in commentary contained in the just-released “Thrones’’ Season 1 DVD.
“The last head on the left is George Bush,” Benioff and Weiss said. “George Bush’s head appears in a couple of beheading scenes. It’s not a choice. It’s not a political statement. We had to use whatever heads we had lying around.”
It doesn’t explain why Bush’s head was innocently “lying around.” The former president is the supreme bogeyman, more reviled than dead Osama bin Laden.
It’s Hollywood. The spiritual home of Hugo Chavez-loving traitor Sean Penn and Bush-hating leftist Susan Sarandon has spoken in typical fashion. This is the place where Alec Baldwin once “joked” about stoning to death the late Republican Rep. Henry Hyde, his wife and kids. And where Roseanne Barr said she’d bring back the guillotine to behead bankers.
This is a town whose lemming-like denizens loudly promote recreational drugs, transgenderism and unwed motherhood. It’s where pothead Bill Maher, who calls Sarah Palin an unprintable word, donated $1 million to the super PAC supporting the re-election of President Obama. And the administration tacitly excused his misogyny by taking the dough.
Last week, when the president had an urge to raise tens of millions, he bypassed Wall Street, shut the PATH train, and plunked himself at the Greenwich Village townhouse of celebutards Sarah Jessica Parker and Matthew Broderick, whose fabulous friends paid $40,000 a plate for face time with the leader of the free world.
At the intersection of government and make-believe, where beautiful faces collide with the mugs of elected officials and policy equals fantasy, exists George Clooney. He used his recent one-on-one access to Obama to lecture about making nice with the Chinese. Alone time with Clooney only cost the president a few minutes feigning interest in the humanitarian crisis in Sudan.
Had a dismembered likeness of President Obama been dramatically displayed, it would have sparked outrage, investigation and front-page coverage in The New York Times. But this was Bush.
All things conservative are pronounced dead.
Score one against DA obsessed with ‘sex’
Manhattan District Attorney Cyrus Vance Jr. has egg dripping down his face. An appellate court has reduced the whopping $2 million bail requested by his office, and granted by a judge, for accused Hockey Mom Madam Anna Gristina, accused of providing cuties to unnamed captains of industry. Bail is now a mere $250,000 bond, $125,000 cash.
Gristina has been on Rikers Island since February on a single count of promoting prostitution, as the DA tries to compel her to name her alleged high-flying clients. She hasn’t squealed.
The question keeping hooker-lovers up at night is: Why is Vance so intent on prosecuting (and losing) sex cases? Remember the Dominique Strauss-Kahn attempted-rape debacle?
Manhattan taxpayers, who’d rather see killers and thugs off the streets than a mother of four who may or may not be selling the world’s oldest profession, are not well served.
Judge’s lousy lesson for kids
A judge has found a new way to harm schoolkids.
Spanish teacher Alini Brito should get her job back, ruled Manhattan Supreme Court Justice Alice Schlesinger. The sexpot was caught in a topless lesbian embrace with French teacher Cindy Mauro in a classroom at Brooklyn’s James Madison HS.
Brito was fired after an arbitrator dished out “excessive and shockingly severe’’ punishment to a woman who merely showed “extremely poor judgment,’’ Schlesinger wrote, saying Brito deserved a new disciplinary hearing.
I don’t care if Brito messed with a man, woman or goat. Get a room, genius! This is a perfect example of why the schools chancellor should have the power to can pervy teachers.
Basher bashed
Chris Brown, the singer and convicted Rihanna beater, got payback. Brown, 23, suffered a nasty gash on his chin after engaging in a bottle-throwing brawl in the SoHo night club W.I.P last week, with the rapper Drake and his entourage. Five were hurt.
Brown, witnesses say, sent Drake champagne. Drake sent it back with a note taunting, “I am f–king the love your life’’ . . . singer Rihanna, whom Brown bashed to a pulp in 2009.
At least Brown’s not throwing punches at women anymore.
Disgusting Edwards delusional, too
John Edwards is planning a comeback.
The feds let the ex-senator, pres- idential candidate and miserable human off the hook, announcing they won’t retry him on campaign-finance violations. A North Carolina jury this month acquitted the horny horror of one charge but couldn’t decide on five others.
Edwards, who fathered a love child with mistress Rielle Hunter as his wife lay dying of cancer, is itching to sit for a TV interview, industry sources told The Post. The chat would serve as a launching pad for his next career move.
And pigs could fly, too.