James Woods calls out Pig Al Sharpton

"It's all show biz," sang Mr. Lennon.

James Woods, who has made a career out of playing creepy hot-heads, fired off a bunch of Tweets at America's leading black nuisance Al Sharpton. It turns out Woods is a raging Republican who also hates Obama. But most of all, he despises Sharpton:

Sharpton, based in New York, has become more and more of a national and even international figure over the years. Somehow, using his title "Reverend," he pushed his way in front of the cameras years ago, decided he was THE spokesman for blacks (step aside, Rev. Jesse Jackson) and ironically made his name by defending fake rape victim Tawana Brawley. He has never apologized for verbally flogging innocent men in the Brawley case, and ruining their lives.

Somehow able to fund himself as he chased ambulances and police cars and turned up virtually every time there was a high profile incident involving a black victim, Sharpton was (and is) more self-serving than anything else. Once in a while some victim or other got some monetary compensation thanks to him, but mostly the result was more publicity for him, more money for speaking engagements, and more "stardom."

Unlike Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., who lived and died advocating peace, Sharpton's always been a loudmouth, making demands and firing up the crowds and pretty much intimating that if his bellowing doesn't get answers, maybe there will be blood.

Sharpton is really as much in show biz as James Woods. He's a personality. There probably isn't a day that he isn't asked for an autograph or a selfie opportunity.

But there have been riots in major cities without him. Sharpton's about as much a superstar as...James Woods. Woods also pulled one of the above Tweets almost instantly. And really, is there anything more pathetic than Tweeting? In the "old days" you held a press conference. You took your time, got your speech together, and if you were important, a bunch of reporters would be there. Now, reporters just lazily go through Tweets, and if you're remotely famous, but say something outrageous, you get your publicity. You don't even have to get out of your pajamas and put on a tie.

So it's all show biz. There's a restless discontent in America that Kardashian gossip and bad reality shows and shitty music can't distract. People are living dull, drone lives and not getting what they want, financially, sexually, or in any other way. They're told to just remain calm, bland, and half-dead and instead, they riot. The ones that don't riot get to grieve. The two officers killed? Blacks in the neighborhood came over en masse to bawl gospel hymns and festoon the crime scene with candles in long glass tubes, and tons of flowers. Good for them. The area's much too dangerous for white protesters or grievers to come by, and these gospel singers know it, and do appreciate a police car in sight now and then.

But mostly, these deadly events are simply a good excuse for amateurs to "act out" in public. They either take to the streets protesting, for the fun of protesting, or they go to the crime scene to have a cathartic moment of crying in public.

James Woods and Al Sharpton? They live far, far from Bed-Sty and other trouble spots, and take opposite sides in telling people to they should do about their frustrations and misery. In the end, the rioters and the grievers are the extras in a bad reality movie. James Woods and Al Sharpton are the stars.