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Showing posts with label 1955. Show all posts
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Thursday, December 8, 2016

You Don't Know If You Have The Next Moment, Let Alone Tomorrow—So...

As much as Kirk Douglas' turning 100 looks like it's going to happen, one can't assume that it will—please stop making a big deal of it unless and until he does. For all that you know, he could die tonight or within the early hours of tomorrow.

Besides, consider Lana Wood, any survivors of Jean Spangler and her baby (whom happens to be a cousin of mine), and even layperson sides of the Danilovich family (the **** that one can't make up—many of us are unhappy with how Kirk Douglas wreaked more Danilovich havoc on other people. As I say—and with a hypocritical lack of better wording than "crazy"—Daniloviches either are crazy, attract crazy, or both are and attract crazy—although some of us end up relatively unscathed by the craziness and end up not scathing others).

Do you think that they and those like me really like watching as Kirk Douglas gets away with hurting others as he may live to be 100, and that three of his victims took what he did to them to the grave—and that he directly took two to the grave? The Kirk Douglas behind the fame and wealth of Kirk Douglas is one whom has used fame and wealth to hurt others (not that other stereotypical Daniloviches don't use what they have to hurt others, anyway).

Besides, these quotes (and ones which—trust me—capture that something that's in the Danilovich water) should disturb you (and I don't know who started the **** in the shtetl where we got the Danilovich name, though some common ancestor in Dunilavičy did start it. By the way, the qoutes aren't always in their original order.):


Virtue is not photogenic. What is it to be a nice guy? To be nothing, that's what. A big fat zero with a smile for everybody.
I've made a career of playing sons of bitches.
Making movies is a form of narcissism. 
I've always believed virtue is not photogenic, and I think I've always been attracted to a part, uh, I'd rather play the *evil* character, most of the time, than the nice fella. And I think it really *bothered* my mother, because she would tell people, "You know, my son's not like that, he's really a nice boy!"
I can't tell you how many times someone has said, "I've heard you're such an S.O.B.I'll say, 'Who said that?' Ninety percent of the time, it;s [sic.] someone with whom I've never worked. [Note: 10% of the time, it's someone with whom he has.] 
 When you become a star, you don't change. Everyone else does.
[2011, on Anne Hathaway] She's gorgeous! Wow! Where were you when I was making pictures?  [Note: IMDB brackets original. Really nice to know that he thinks that when he has a wife!]
[Per IMDB's biography on him]: Hedda Hopper told him after he became a star with Champion (1949), "Now that you're a big hit, you've become a real S.O.B." Douglas replied," You're wrong. I was always an S.O.B. You just never noticed before.". 

By the way, I'll give my father—whom resembles his paternal grandfather's cousin—this: he has, as far as I know, never raped or murdered anyone.


Before you even assume, then, that Kirk Douglas will make 100, think about who'll cringingly watch as he's done nothing but hurt others in the end—and as a descendant of "Katarzyna" Daniłowiczówna Czerniecka and Abram "Wojciech" Daniłowicz, I implore you to think about especially what Natalie Wood, Jean Spangler, and my cousin by Jean Spangler suffered—and I ask you to think about what Lana Wood suffers because one of my Danilovich relatives once again wreaked havoc on the world, and others whom suffer as we leave them in our wake because of Daniloviches like Kirk Douglas.





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Natalie Wood in 1960.