Article here. Excerpt:
'Nothing wrong with him that a Louisville Slugger couldn't fix
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Wait. Is it the Year of the Pig? It feels that way, given Mel Gibson’s raging return to the public eye these last few months. His has been a comeback that will finally threaten to decertify the axiom that there is no such thing as bad publicity.
With his fifth obscene telephone rant to his comely partner, Oksana Grigorieva, the talk of the town, he appears to be starring in one of those films whose style he has always gravitated to – end-of-the-world tales of ragged heroism, fatal flaw firmly in place.
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Gibson snarled that Grigorieva needed a bat to her head, as she held her baby, and, horribly, listened. I like real pigs. As for the Gibson kind, there’s nothing that a Louisville Slugger couldn’t improve in his gigantic, cruelty-riven head.'
From a previous article at The Globe and Mail:
'If a man is unfaithful…"I desperately hope that one of these days some humiliated spouse will whack the guy with a frying pan. I'd give good money to see that." -- Margaret Wente
