For Christ's Sake Summitt..........

It is pretty bad when the director that you have hired to direct a motion picture has to step into the street and shoo off the paps and other people just to get a scene made. What the hell are the rest of these "movie people" doing to earn the money they are making and I have an idea that they are being paid well? For all the good they are, perhaps they should all be standing sipping lattes and receiving pap bribes for the privilege of making one man's life effing miserable.


While they are shouting more inane questions his way, Rob to his better judgement, keeps his head down. If we could read his mind, we would probably hear an endless slew of obscenities that would put most sailors to shame. Or better yet, he would be imagining these idiots as trained monkeys attached to an organ grinders leash and dancing around trying to get a better view of the poor bupkus.


All this bother will make Rob really anxious to do another movie for Summitt, won't it? I'm guessing it won't once he is done with his obligations to Summitt. With his success, perhaps more major studios will be bidding for his time and talent. MGM, WB, Universal line up quickly and start feeding him scripts he will do and guarantee his safety and to a greater extent, his privacy.


I like seeing what all the Twilight actors are up to, but I have to admit that sometimes I am an uncomfortable voyeur when looking around the Internet for different things and this video is no exception. And who is the broad that calls him a jerk at the end because he won't look up? Sister, you are the freaking jerk. Tell you what, lady, we will put you in a glass closet, set it in the middle of the intersection at 42nd and Broadway in Manhattan, lock the door, throw away the key and see how you feel in a couple of hours as the entire world stares at your happy ass, points at you, shouts out "Hey, Lady!" while a rabid bunch of photographers descend on you to take your picture from every angle and shout stupid questions in your direction and then expect an answer that doesn't begin "Leave me the F---K alone you mindless pieces of horse manure!"



He's doing a job he is getting paid for. He wants to be left in peace to do that job without you and your friends and the paps making him uncomfortable as if he were a show pig up for auction that someone had stamped USDA Grade A on his curly tailed ass. He can't get a meal out without someone buzzing his where abouts, where once again the paps gather to either attack him when he comes out, or pay one of the restaurant bus boys to tell them what he ate and how much did he drink, and who's the female he was with and what were they doing when no one was watching. If the paps could get away with it, they would hire one of the previous mentioned bus boys to follow him into the men's room with a tape measure to find how how big "IT" is. There will come a time when the guy will need a body guard just to take a piss.


And now he must go to San Diego. It's expected and in his gracious way, he will comply. However, his experience will be much better if he doesn't have to be swarmed by the screaming multitude. Just for this fact I have to say, I'm glad I won't be there. Won't have to be. Someone will let the Internet voyeurs in on what happens. Somehow, I can't imagine it will be pretty.