Someone Needs A Massage

Holy sheet! Who is that man beside us here? A taut, haunted-looking stressed-out replica of the man once known as John Travolta. The picture is from last evening's AFI Lifetime Achievement Award presentation to sassy Shirley MacLaine where the presenter-speakers had been booked for months. John was on the list for a while and had to show up, I gather. Although what he's wearing on his head may have been a last-minute decision.

John didn't look ready for Prime Time last night considering the extremely complicated morass he's found himself in of late. It goes beyond the masseurs and cruise ship employees and into the skies in a jet with a pilot - for 6 years. All courtesy of a former personal assistant.

Last night was the first public event where Mr. Travolta has shown his strained face since all of those Menz started to hit John below-the-belt just as they claim he did to them, minus the "hitting" part. More like "grabbing-groping" - the part that bothers me about the accusations. As I wrote in "Sweaty Night Fever" it's sexual predatory behaviour, and as much as I like Travolta, always have, and could care less if he's gay or not, the COS - $$$$ = blackmail and a form of mind control - and his deal with wife Kelly Preston - make the entire issue icky.

Icky because he appears to be trapped no matter what he does other than open his wallet to a few of the accusers to make it/stories/them go away, and keep his wallet available to the very controlling CO$ while his faux marriage strangles the truer life out of him. Kelly is a big-time CO$'er. Oy. I wouldn't want to be in even his most comfortable dancing shoes right now.

Hence another glance at that person above who is looking not only as if he is a mere shell of himself, but terribly shell-shocked.

Too bad it's such a tangled web.

Who gets the flog on this one? Too many people to count.


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