As a conservative, I should be horrified by Charlie Sheen. But as I said earlier, as a libertarian, I frankly don't give a f*ck about his wild behavior; he's nobody's role model save for his kids, and even that status is dubious.
But watching the flames fire out from his cocaine-fueled engine, I have to wonder: Are we so entranced by this spectacle because it is a "train wreck" in action, or because deep in our collective national subconscious, we respect a man who would rather burn out than fade away, a man who will live and die only on his terms, not "ours"?
The Macho Response:
Unlike probably everyone else watching Charlie Sheen these days, we think this "train wreck" (as some are calling it) is probably the best we've seen him, and (having mutual friends) we applaud him mightily for it. He looks and sounds more like his father than ever. His nothing-can-take-me-down attitude, in the face of this wimpy, middle class, wet rag nanny state finger-wagging opinion is winning. This is a man, owning his actions and insisting everyone else come clean and take responsibility for theirs as well. (Our favorite line? Interviewer: "One of the women said she was afraid she might O.D.". Sheen [incredulous]: "What's that got to do with me?") Seriously, considering the most this loser culture can come up with now is awful Lady GaGa (and Britney Spears) records, vs. watching Beibermania or Kim Kardashian's ass from afar, do you really think everyone is, or wants to be, stuck in this same lame no fun existence the rest of you seem, if not enthused by, at least comfortable with? Really? Are you kidding us? This completely stagnant creative period has shown us nothing but the cultural and artistic equivalent of adults playing with bubble gum - and you think every living breathing person wants to be limited to that? Again, are you kidding?
We've become a cautious, conformist, inoffensive, non-risk taking, arrogant, lying bunch of NewAge pussies who think if any woman, like this interviewer, says she or others don't approve, then some form of public contrition and apology is called for. Well, screw that. Neither she, or the public, are Charlie Sheen's mother and even if his parents disapprove, he's a grown-assed man who refuses to be a part of whatever milquetoast existence the rest of you think is good for gaining social approval from a worthless feminized culture-killing clique. He didn't ask for it, doesn't need it, and isn't angling for it. He's a man. He's rich. And he's free.
The question is, what the hell have the rest of you become?
Some of us, sheep, willing to give up of freedoms for a little more security.
On the other hand, some of us have become...Tea Partiers. Another group of rebels, scorned by the media and loathed in polite society, who yet continue to push forward and succeed in their mission of taking our freedoms back. "Live Free or Die", and "Don't Tread on Me"....sentiments that Charlie Sheen espouses in his own sphere seemingly every five minutes.
And the media - despite their tongue-clucking at our imaginary excesses - cannot stop talking about us, even if only to vilify us. And our support within the nation, while not overwhelming, is strong - stronger than those who would dispose of us.
And maybe that is why I can't vilify Charlie. He may be dead by Christmas, but he went down fighting to be free, even if only to wallow in his own crapulence. We, too, are fighting every day - to avoid being part of a socialized nation ruled by scabby bureaucrats who will monitor our every move, but instead to be free men and women choosing to live and die as we choose.
Good luck, Chuck. You need it, as do we...