Oh, The Arnie Irony

Recently at a speech at Georgetown University, Arnold Schwarzenegger reacted to an outdoor board that was posted n Detroit that read "Arnold To Michigan: Drop Dead". It's in response to the Governor passing a lower emissions law in California and requiring that cars get better gas mileage.

So let me get this straight. Detroit is complaining that someone has made it mandatory that we use less fuel and help the environment. They're complaining? I'm sorry, I think I just threw up in my mouth a bit.

And now that I have gotten that straight, allow me to get something else straight. This whole thing is coming from Arnold Schwarzenegger, the crowned King of excess. Don't get me wrong, what he is doing should be a model for the rest of the United States and by the way, I can't believe I'm saying that. This is the same guy that if an alien landed today and asked me to sum up the 80s, I would say nothing and instead I would unroll a Commando poster and probably would be shot dead with a laser beam.

If you crumpled up the 1980s (and the early part of the 90s) into little pieces and poured them out, they would slowly form the body of Arnold Schwarzenegger (it's true, I've done it). He was the definition of self-indulgence. Big guns in hand, big cigars in mouth. Arnold starred in the most expensive movie of the time with Terminator 2 at $100 Million in which his paycheck was in the form of a $15 Million dollar jet. He collected the biggest paycheck for Terminator 3 at close to $35 Million which cost $175 Million to make. He was the first private citizen to own a Humvee for god sakes.

So while I'm happy he's making progress in the environmental department and maybe getting back a bit of his cherry that he burst oh so many years ago, you won't mind if I take a couple of moments to shed my clothes and roll around in this big bed or Arnie irony that lays before me.

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