Shot - from the London Daily Mail:
Trump gets a load of hot air: Leonardo DiCaprio and thousands of green warriors brave 90F heat to march in DC and across America on the president's 100th day in office
Actor Leonardo DiCaprio joined thousands of climate change protesters in Washington DC to mark President Donald Trump's 100th day in office.
Chaser - from Ecoist Magazine:
LEONARDO’S “THE BEACH” RUINED THE ISLAND
Leonardo DiCaprio made a great speech about climate change during the Oscars, however, in 2000 he took place in the movie called “The Beach” which was one of the most wasteful and environmentally damaging movies ever. The movie takes place in Phi Phi Islands in Thailand.
According to the script, they needed a clearing on the beach large enough to play football, so they bulldozed a whole heap of the native trees and vegetation. Also to get the right look, they planted so many of non-native palm trees.
They probably thought that film sets and the real environment function the same way, so they did not expect a serious damage and a revenge from Mother Nature. Eventually, when the filming was over and they all left the island , the seasonal storms hit the beach as usual, but this time the sand dunes didn’t have the protection of their natural vegetation. They collapsed immediately and they were washed out to the sea, damaging the fragile coral reef on their way out.
Personal responsibility? Naaa - Leo is all about posturing, virtue signalling and doing whatever he wants. Reminds me of this wonderful rant:
Dear Hollywood celebrities: It’s time to wake up now. Get this! The only reason you exist is for my entertainment. Some of you are beautiful. Some of you can deliver a line with such conviction that you bring tears to my eyes. Some of you are so convincing that you scare the stuffing out of me. And others are so funny you can make me laugh uncontrollably. But you all have one thing in common. You only exist and have a place in my world to entertain me. That’s it. Nothing else!
You make your living pretending to be someone else. You play dress-up like a 5-year-old. Your world is a make-believe world—it is not real; it doesn't exist. You live for the camera while the rest of us live in the real world. Your entire existence depends on my patronage. I crank the organ grinder, and you dance.
Therefore, I don't care where you stand on issues. Honestly, your opinion means nothing to me. Just because you had a lead role in a movie about prostitution doesn't mean you know what it’s like to be a prostitute. Your view matters far less to me than that of a someone living in Timbuktu. Believe me or not, the hard truth is that you aren't real. I turn off my TV or shut down my computer, and you cease to exist. Once I am done with you, I go back to the real world until I want you to entertain me again.
I don't care that you think BP executives deserve the death penalty. I don't care what you think about the environment. I don't care if you believe fracking is bad. I don't care if you call for more gun control. I don't care if you believe in catastrophic, human-induced global warming. And I couldn't care less that you supported Hillary for President. By the way, she lost!!
Get back into your bubble. I'll let you know when I'm in the mood for something pretty or scary or funny. And one other thing. What was all that “I'll leave the country if Donald Trump wins”? Don't you know how stupid that made you sound? What did you think my reaction was going to be? Oooh! I better not vote for Trump or we'll lose Whoopi Goldberg? Al Sharpton? Amy Schemer? Rosie O’Donnell? Leave. Good riddance. I don't care! And don't let the door hit you in the keister on your way out. Make me laugh. Make me cry. Even scare me. But realize this: the only words of yours that matter are scripted — just like your pathetic, little lives. I may agree with some of you from time to time, but in the final analysis, it doesn't matter. In my world, you exist solely for my entertainment.
So, shut your mouth and dance, monkey, DANCE!
So true - they are just marionettes with a talent for telling a story that someone else wrote for them. The idea that they should dictate anything else makes zero sense...
