Obama’s Five Easy Pieces.

April 3, 2009 by Colonel Robert Neville  
Filed under News and Opinion

Barry Hussein Obama is bound to leave his hordes of incurious, wilfully ignorant, clueless and naïve lovers at the gas station of their phony and embarrassing leftard daydreams. Gotta Mister! But Bobby, sorry Barry, has a talent for playing just the right kind of mesmerising toon for the kind of boobs who know they’re superior to say, you and I. The song remains insane and sadly it’s a love that can never be. For narcissism, cigarettes, power, radical ideology via using anybody and other peoples money, are Barry’s true loves.

Via filmsite org:

“Five Easy Pieces (1970) is a moody, thoughtful character study of an alienated, misfit drifter and drop-out, Robert Eroica Dupea [Jack Nicholson].

At his family’s home, he is accused of being incapable of real feelings:

Catherine: “You’re a strange person, Robert. I mean, what will you come to? If a person has no love for himself, no respect for himself, no love of his friends, family, work, something – how can he ask for love in return? I mean, why should he ask for it?”

“He [Robert] lives with an ignorant, dim-witted but kind-hearted waitress girlfriend Rayette Dipesto [Karen Black] – an aspiring [and awful] country music singer. She constantly chatters to him, aggravating him: “If you wouldn’t open your mouth, everything would be just fine.” She pathetically clings to him and smothers him with love although he is unfaithful and not committed to her:

Rayette: “I’ll go out with you, or I’ll stay in with you, or I’ll do anything that you like for me to do, if you tell me that you love me”.

He delivers a painful, one-sided confession to his dying, paralyzed father in a wheelchair in the cold outdoors, in the film’s most powerful scene. He apologizes for his abandonment of his family and talent, for giving up on his responsibilities, and for not living up to his father’s high ideals, breaking down in tears mid-speech:

“I don’t know if you’d be particularly interested in hearing anything about me. My life, I mean… Most of it doesn’t add up to much… that I could relate as a way of life that you’d approve of…I’d like to be able to tell you why, but I don’t really…I mean, I move around a lot because things tend to get bad when I stay. And I’m looking…for auspicious beginnings, I guess…

I’m trying to, you know, imagine your half of this conversation…My feeling is, that if you could talk, we probably wouldn’t be talking. That’s pretty much how it got to be before… I left…Are you all right? I don’t know what to say…Tita suggested that we try to…I don’t know.

I think that she…seems to feel we’ve got…some understanding to reach…She totally denies the fact that we were never that comfortable with each other to begin with…The best that I can do, is apologize. We both know that I was never really that good at it, anyway…”

He finally bows his head, sighs, and admits with sorrow, “I’m sorry it didn’t work out.”

As he returns home with Rayette, he ignores her observation: “There isn’t anybody gonna look after you AND love you, as good as I do.”

In the bleak final sequence, he abandons her in a Gulf gas station without explanation, leaving her with his wallet and car, while he catches a lift from a northbound lumber truck toward Canada and freedom. The driver promises they will travel to an even colder climate and he could borrow a jacket: “Where we’re goin’, it’s gonna get colder than hell.” He responds: “Nah, it’s okay. I’m fine. Fine. I’m fine.” Continue reading at Colonel Robert Neville Always Dresses For Dinner…

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