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just-jack-1.bsky.social
Obviously false…I think he meant to say we’re the only country in the world with daily mass shootings and widespread medical bankruptcies.
February 13, 2026 at 12:18 PM
8morelives.bsky.social
No need to feel torn! Ignore him for the rest of your life. And urge others to do the same.
February 12, 2026 at 3:02 AM
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Sorry that the alt-text ran too long here, but it's worth trying to read if you can!

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CAREER CHANGES ARE NEVER EASY, ESPECIALLY WHEN you're in your late seventies and especially when you're Marlon Brando. These are lean times, and like any dogged old kingpin with sprawling estates to maintain and kids to support, Brando is not above making a buck off his own leg-end. Late last fall, he shot a fifteen-day acting workshop called Lying for a Living. Brando is tackling the project with his usual gusto. He financed it himself, wheeled in friends such as Sean Penn and Leo DiCaprio for cameos and, in an effort to show the kinds of risks an actor should be comfortable taking, he even dressed up as a woman. Today is supposed to be Brando's penultimate class, and as the project's official hagiographer I have been invited to attend. But Brando cancels at the last minute. He robe, a faded black T-shirt and boyish white has a bad cough. He is sick, but not too briefs. Without a word he drops himself on sick to make the short walk from his bed- the couch next to me, coughs, stretches out room to his office to view the class footage his bare, pallid legs and pans the room as if for the first time, curious to see the fruits to root out anything unfamiliar. I can feel of his labor. his eyes stop at me. I await Brando with the editor of the The film editor asks Brando if he's ready tapes. The office is located in the gatehouse to view the tapes. "What do you think?" of his Beverly Hills compound, shrouded in snaps Brando. a bamboo thicket off the driveway. The "Of course," the editor replies. phone beeps. There's a mumble. A raspy, "Don't 'of course' me," Brando says congested voice announces, "Coming down." Soon I hear the distant approach of sternly under his breath. The tapes roll. There is Brando's still-handsome seventy- flapping sandals, a Rottweiler's baritone eight-year-old profile, in close-up. I can't bark and then the rustle of bamboo. I'm sitting on a couch with my legs crossed, fight- keep my eyes from drifting from the screen to the man sitting on my rig… and extends a pinkie. It is a special Brando handshake. I respond, and our pinkies entwine. The first time he offered this handshake, I thought he was afraid I had germs. But soon I learned it was a sign of affection. I existed horu, when the phone let out an anxious beep. "Mr. Brando wants to see you in the living room." I looked to Teihotu. "Don't look at me, dude," he said. "He's asking for you." FIRST MET MARLON BRANDO IN The living room was spare and ele- 1983, when I was thirteen. I had dar- gant. On the mantle, a bust of a golden ed his daughter Rebecca for about Buddha glowed in the afternoon light. half an hour, but we'd stayed friends A huge window framed the San Fer- and spent a lot of time together watching basic cable, eating chili burgers nando Valley. Brando was sitting on the and making the occasional trip to Dis- couch, clad in the same robe. A giant Rottweiler was curled at his feet. neyland. "Sit down," he said, patting the emp One day we were sitting in the den in ty cushion on the couch. "What do you front of MTV when she said, "Turn it down. I think my dad's coming." want to do for a living?" he asked. "How do you know?" I asked "I was thinking psychology," I replied. "I just do." I noticed that the tropical fish were no "That's a good gig," he said. He snatched a walnut from a bowl on longer swimming but idling. There was the table and fondled it thought- the slow, heavy slap of bare feet on tile in the hallway. I scooted over on the sofa. A fully for a few minutes, studying bear of a man lumbered in, wearing only the grooves in the shell. Finally he spoke. "I'm prepared to offer you a Japanese robe. He plunked himself down berween us. I stared. I couldn't employment here at my home. 1 help it. It was Marlon fucking Brando. thought of you because you don't seem to be overly neurotic." After a few moments of listening to him "Thanks," I said. rip into MTV - he was imagining the shallow internal monologues of people "Now, the job could involve s… ("Don't worry, they're illustrated.") I | ten be found in online chat rooms; was fired when I refused to cut down once, five years ago, he instant-mes- all the sick forty-foot-tall bamboo saged me, jokingly pretending to be trees. They were crawling with bugs, and, let's face it, I was just a dandy. my sister, who has worked for him on and off over the years. As a boss, he In February 2000, nearly a decade later, though I had seen him intermit- can be very generous; a year and a half tently through the years, he called to ask ago, our mother suffered a heart attack whether I'd be interested in editing a and was taken to a hospital thar wouldn't admit her because she had no insur- magazine on acting; the idea was that ance. Brando drove over in his Lexus Brando would conduct all the interviews with actors himself. I declined, and got the man in charge on the but late last year he called again to ask phone right away. The next day, she had a suite with a view and a plant. whether I'd be interested in writing an When in L.A., Brando almost al- article about his latest acting project, Lying for a Living. I would have said no ways has his meals delivered. Today he's eating Greek, and he has ordered enough for a wedding. I wait for the tropical fish to signal his en-trance, and soon enough he ambles in, dressed as if he just left Mount Olympus. It is the last day of taping for Lying for a Living, but Brando had called Harry Dean Stanton at 3 A.м. the night before to ask whether Stanton could stand in for him. Brando had a bad cough, and didn't seem to think this would be a problem. He later admitted to me that he had no idea what he was going to do or say for all fifteen classes other than slowly transforming himself into a bosomy Englishwoman. Aside from the cough, Brando's health appears to be sound. His dier is simple, not lavish. And it does seem to be shaped by some informed medical advice. I once saw him dutifully eating a cantaloupe for breakfast and wishing THE HO… staff clear the table, he tells me to sit down. "I'm old-fashioned," he says. "I bring home the meat, and they make the meat." Everything Brando says is deadpan. You're never sure whether to laugh or nod academically. Around him, I invent some combination of both. He continues, "Women have had the same brain for the last 15 million years. They're built with a certain disposition." I think of the time I brought my Brazilian girlfriend by for an introduction. He sprang from his chair, ran his hand down the length of her ballerina's back and said, "Well, aren't you the sweetest thing?" Then. out of earshot, he whispered to me. "Nice rack. Obviously you like dark meat. She's very nice, but she doesn't seem like the kind of girl you could read Schopenhauer to." Our meal over, we get down to busi-ness. I ask Brando why he decided to call his project Lying for a Living. He insists the title is more than just mere provoca-tion; Brando says that lying is a "social lubricant" we cannot live without. "I've been lying all my life," he tells me. "Everybody does." I ask him whether he thinks he's a good liar. "Oh, Jesus," he says. "I'm fabulous at it." F BRANDO SEES ACTING AS A FORM of lying, he considers show business a form of torture: "I hate this shit," he told me as he was shooting his most recent film, The Score. Brando received modestly good reviews in The Score, but his performance was overshadowed by much-publicized histrionics with director Frank Oz. They ranged from calling Oz "Miss Piggy" to demanding that he receive direction only through co-star Robert De Niro. In view of his tumultuous history, it's no surprise to hear Brando encourage students to outsmart directors by allowing them to feel brilliant while discreetly trying to advance their own creative agendas. At this stage in his life - and with his track record of acting up on the set - Brando himself doesn't have many roles to choose from. Still, he needs to earn a living: He maintains a separate household for…
February 9, 2026 at 1:49 PM
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sethabramson.bsky.social
I oppose the Netanyahu regime with every fiber of my being.

Not only have I said so publicly, but I wrote a bestseller on the geopolitical dangers of contemporary manifestations of Israeli Zionism.

But don't let anyone tell you American Jews are made to feel welcome in America.
February 2, 2026 at 1:06 AM