One More Nail in America’s Coffin

They say that you can’t put a celebrity in jail in America.

It’s pretty much true.

Only a starstruck Kardashian-esque jury of Gwyneth Paltrow loving twits could have voted for Johnny Depp yesterday.

Only a pack of brain-addled serfs who breathlessly hang on every single tweet in the Taylor Swift-Kanye West Twitter feud could have ruled for Johnny Depp.

These cowed cretins on the jury were clearly incapable of following the judge’s guidelines.

The guidelines were eloquently stated by Amber Heard’s attorney. First on the list: were Amber Heard’s statements untrue?

They were not.

If you are thinking by now that I don’t like the jury’s decision, you are right.

I don’t like the decision they made because it’s not the right decision.

Moreover, by making this decision, the jury has sentenced Johnny Depp to death. Johnny Depp will be dead within five years. There, I said it. I will go on the record.

Johnny Depp’s victory is a Pyrrhic victory. The jury had an opportunity to give him the wake-up call he so richly deserves. Instead, the jury validated his bullying. They reinforced his god-like status in which he can and does intimidate people into bending to his will.

Consequently, he will continue the same level of drug abuse. He will undoubtedly acquire another “10” to be at his side. He needs that trophy wife to heal his inner pain. This new trophy wife will in time, like the others, grow tired of his abuse. In response he will consume more and more drugs until he kills himself. Like Elvis he will be found dead hunched over a toilet.

Was Amber Heard the victim of abuse? Most assuredly she was. There was plenty of video and audio evidence detailing his behavior.

You have pictures. You have audio. You have video.

You have a former girlfriend, Ellen Barkin, who detailed his jealous ways. Ms. Barkin stated that he was a drug-head who was prone to violence. He threw a wine bottle at her and her friends.

You have hardcore evidence of him trashing a hotel room when he was dating Kate Moss.

Nevertheless, the low IQ jury felt that it would be a shame for a major celebrity to lose, so they voted for him to win.

They must’ve been swayed by his children, their mother, and all of Johnny Depp’s puppets who had a vested interest in seeing him win.

Why would his kids want to see Amber Heard scoop up all of daddy’s millions? That’s less money for them.

Why would any of his loyal slaves betray him knowing that they would never work in Hollywood again?

Yes, Hollywood does work like that. Years ago, Cliff Robertson told the truth about David Begelman, and the result was that Cliff Robertson did not work for decades.

Cowards hide behind children. Johnny Depp hid behind his children.

To think that his actions in the famous cabinet-slamming video did not play out in the Depp household many times when his children were young is not viable.

To think that all his former girlfriends left him amicably without ever suffering one iota of his abuse is not viable.

This man has serious drug addiction issues. To think that he was a kind, pleasant person while totally wasted is not viable when you consider the anger that must be latent within him, a deep-seated anger generated by the love he never received from his mother.

What is more likely is that Mr. Depp, after having been jetted into superstardom, into the Elvis orbit, gradually descended into an isolated, drug-addled state of paranoid megalomania in which he was the king and his sycophants were his slaves.

During the now famous penthouse incident in which Amber Heard was allegedly slapped, Mr. Depp walks into Penthouse Five and says to one of his guests in reference to his wife: Get your bitch out of here.

Who gets away with talking to somebody like that? A person who is accustomed to having people obey his every command without question. Yes, Johnny. Sure, Johnny. Anything for you, Johnny.

In this small incident, Johnny Depp reveals the monster that is within him. And it is within him regardless whether ten thousand celebrities testify to what a lovely person he is.

I’m sure he is a nice person; but that doesn’t mean that the monster doesn’t exist. Mr. Depp hides the dark monster as best he can. Occasionally it does break out in public.

Where he can’t hide the monster is when the doors to the public close.

This is the monster that Amber Heard saw. This is the monster that Johnny himself acknowledged.

It doesn’t matter in the course of their relationship whether Amber Heard hurled even one insult at Johnny Depp. The trial was not whether Amber Heard was abusive to Johnny Depp. The trial was about whether Amber Heard lied when she said that she was a victim of abuse.

She was.

You can’t fix stupid.

What this jury decision tells us is that America is now fully populated by brain-addled celebrity-loving slaves. They are slaves because they believe that celebrities are entitled to a different level of justice.

Amber Heard lost because she was a lesser celebrity than Johnny Depp. In the Hollywood caste system, and now in America’s caste system, as foisted upon us by our ruling elite, Amber Heard occupied a lesser position in the hierarchy of elites.

Clearly the intellectually emaciated jury had been trained to believe that mega-superstars are more valuable people than up and coming stars.

Why is this bad for America?

It’s bad for America because the underlying pillar of this decision is that some people are more worthy than others; and because they are more worthy, in this case because of their celebrity status, they are to be afforded special privileges in a court of law.

Justice is supposed to be blind.

Justice can never be blind in a society that believes in movers and shakers, superstars, VIPs, so-called important people, and Ivy League know-nothings.

It’s one more nail in America’s coffin.


Archer Crosley

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Closing Arguments

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, let me kindly present my case.

Before this trial began I was not fully aware of the true fame that Johnny Depp had achieved.

That is because I watched Johnny Depp’s career evolve from the beginning. I’m a little older than Johnny Depp.

Actually, what I said isn’t true. Technically I didn’t see Johnny Depp’s career begin because I never watched the television show 21 Jump Street.

I’m not a big television watcher.

I like movies.

I remember his early movies, Edward Scissorhands, and What’s Eating Gilbert Grape.

Those were good movies, and I enjoyed his performances.

I really enjoyed his performance in what I call the Peter Pan movie. I can’t remember the real name of that movie. I just call it the Peter Pan movie.

I never understood why he didn’t want to make more classy movies like that.

Of course, he did make other movies that were more sophisticated, but he made what I thought were too many quirky movies.

I thought those quirky movies tended to typecast him.

Generally though I like him as an actor.

I must confess though that there is one movie of his that I do not care for.

And that movie is the movie that everybody loves him in: Pirates of the Caribbean.

I loathed that movie. And still do.

I didn’t understand his performance. Why couldn’t he just say the flipping lines? Why did he have to sway back-and-forth every time he spoke.

I was irritated by that.

Of course, I am in the minority. I recognize that. This one movie of his that I despised everyone else loved.

It’s fair to say that Pirates of the Caribbean pushed him into a stratosphere which few stars enter.

Pirates of the Caribbean pushed him into Elvis orbit.

After that movie, Johnny Depp couldn’t be a regular person anymore. There is fame and then there is fame.

Mr. Depp soon was not able to do the things that you and I take for granted.

He couldn’t go down to the corner convenience store. He couldn’t shop in a supermarket. He couldn’t even get on a regular flight to go across the country.

If he needed something at the store, he had to hire an assistant to do that for him.

Gradually he became isolated from regular human existence. He became entrapped within his living mausoleums in Los Angeles, the Florida Keys, and France.

Slowly he evolved into an aging, bloated, drug-addled Elvis Presley.

He hated it. He said so at his trial. He came to detest his own name, Johnny Depp. He saw it as a commodity.

To assuage his pain and isolated existence, he did more drugs.

From time to time his dying body was transported from Los Angeles to his private island, to his French villa and back again via shielded limos and private jets.

This was not helpful nor healthy for Mr. Depp.

You can hear it for yourself when you listen to him wailing in pain on his private jet.

You can learn it for yourself when he shows up hours late to a movie set costing the studio enormous sums of money.

You can see it for yourself in his slamming of cabinets as he searches for another bottle of wine.

He called his wife unspeakable names.

His yes men, no doubt accustomed to this behavior, sat back and accepted it as normal.

They understood from talking to Mr. Depp over the years that he had embedded demons.

These demons were revealed to us on the witness stand by Mr. Depp.

It was heartbreaking for me personally to hear him recount what his childhood was like.

I empathize with him.

While my mother was never as physically and psychologically abusive as Mr. Depp‘s mother was to him, I must say that my father‘s behavior toward me bordered on abuse.

I remember as a child hiding under the bed from my father who was trying to spank me.

I would grip the bedsprings and move from side to side as my father moved around the bed.

My mother was never psychologically abusive to me. She never called me names, and she always praised me.

Nevertheless I’m positive that I inherited my attention deficit disorder from her.

She was unpredictable in her moods. She would go from loving one minute to angry the next.

My father was under stress at his job and so was likewise unpredictable.

I remember my father walking through the kitchen slamming cabinets. To a child that is terrifying.

I knew what Mr. Depp was talking about when he stated that you never knew if you were going to get hit or not.

I walked on eggshells in my youth, and I am sure that Mr. Depp did as well.

What this produces within you is a deep-seated insecurity.

We are all different, and my experiences are not the same as Mr. Depp’s, but the results are similar.

Mr. Depp carried forward a deep-seated insecurity in life.

To assuage that pain, he reached out in the same manner that I reached out. He became attracted to physically beautiful women.

There can be no question of that. One only needs to look at the movie stars that Mr. Depp was involved with. They are all incredibly physically attractive women.

He sees them as 10s.

Mr. Depp needs that.

He sees an incredibly attractive woman as a magic salve, a commodity that will heal his internal psychological wounds.

This is not healthy because a woman is a person with needs and desires.

Mr. Depp does not see a woman as a person, but as a commodity. This is reinforced by our society that objectifies women in just this manner.

When Mr. Depp has a beautiful woman holding onto his arm, he is in heaven. All his his childhood pain goes away. What he has standing next to him is the loyal mother he never had.

The problems begin when the magic salve exerts her independence and dares to offer a contrary opinion.

This Mr. Depp cannot permit. His mind will not permit this.

His woman must be perfect; she must be totally available for his needs; she must not offer any contrary thoughts.

A career separate from him is out of the question.

Mr. Depp does not look at a relationship in the manner of: What can I do for you?

In his mind the woman exists for him. What can you do for me, he asks.

The relationship is about him. That’s why he is contracting with her. Mr. Depp views Amber Heard and his other girlfriends and wives in the same way that he views his personal assistants. They work for him.

This does not make for a healthy relationship.

He cannot have his woman be anything less than perfect. If she goes out and selects a role that cheapens her, he calls that a role for a whore.

If she becomes older, as she inevitably will become older, her potency as a magic salve diminishes, and he simply trades her in for another younger more beautiful girlfriend.

Until that point, he becomes more and more controlling of his woman. He becomes jealous, paranoid and unhappy. This causes him to use more substances. The substances make him even more vulnerable to delivering psychological and physical abuse.

In time, the magic salve, the woman has enough and threatens to leave him.

This is the ultimate betrayal for Mr. Depp. This is the point at which he begins to strike out and physically abuse his girlfriends and wives.

I don’t think Mr. Depp remembers the physical violence at all. I think by this point he is too drug-addled to have any kind of memory.

When he says that he has never physically abused a woman, I believe him that he believes that.

When he strikes out at his girlfriends and wives, he is striking out against his mother for not loving him in the way that she should have.

His mind will never permit him to believe that he would hurt his mother. He loves his mother. He needs his mother.

This is where we find ourselves today.

Mr. Depp in trying to heal his inner pain and tormented soul has completely transformed himself into an isolated, drug addicted, overweight, nearly washed up movie star entrapped in a series of living mausoleums, modern-day Gracelands, surrounded by sycophantic yes men and mercenaries who will do his bidding for a paycheck.

Amber Heard is not a perfect person, and she has her demons as well. But the principal part of this trial is not about the perfection of Amber Heard. It is about weather Amber Heard unfairly maligned Mr. Depp. As we have seen, Mr. Depp was his own worst enemy. He didn’t need any help at all.


Archer Crosley

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Frank Zappa astutely stated many years ago that the number one issue we have in the United States is mental health.

Given what happened in Uvalde, Texas yesterday, he couldn’t have been more correct.

If we can view what happened in Uvalde as a mental health issue, then we have a chance to fix things.

If we can fix the stability of the family structure by re-industrializing America to the point where average Americans have an opportunity to make real money, not Starbucks barista money, which is a pittance, then we have a chance to fix things.

Economically disadvantaged families lead to increased divorce, drug use, vagrancy, homelessness, violence, prostitution, and general criminality.

The best welfare program is a steady well-paying job.

If we can decrease the influence of social media where young children bully other children in public causing much distress and anger, then we have a chance to fix things.

If we can decrease the number of violent video games like Mortal Kombat and Call of Duty – and others – that teach young children to resolve issues by killing and kicking ass, then we have a chance to fix things.

If we can encourage children to limit screen time while participating in outdoor activities, then we have a chance to fix things. Computer life is de-personalizing. It teaches us that other people are not really human. Outdoor life in which children have to communicate with real live people, teaches us to respect each other to a greater degree.

Conflict resolution skills are essential in promoting civic collegiality.

If we can relieve ourselves of this idiotic superstar culture, in which idealized but imperfect Hollywood celebrities are held up as demigods, then we have a chance to fix things. As we can see in the current Amber Heard-Johnny Depp trial, Amber Heard and Johnny Depp are still at their core real people with human problems. Yet their most rabid followers seem not to see this.

If we can decrease the number of superstar movies in which fictional characters solve all the problems of the day, then we have a chance to fix things. No child or adult can match up to the standards of Superman. We don’t come from Krypton. We bleed, and we die.

Additionally, the superstar movie and its attendant culture promotes less self-reliance, greater helplessness, and more of the notion that we need a savior to rescue us. Children need to be taught the skills to solve their own problems as well as the mindset that they are competent enough to solve their own problems (and society’s as well) without the aid of supermen from wealthy enclaves that claim special and superior powers of intellect.

If we can stop the incessant standardized testing of children and its attendant GPA-SAT ranking system which plots children out on an impersonal industrial grid then we have a chance to fix things. Mathematical scoring, which only looks at a small aspect of a person’s life, devalues children, especially those who do not fare as well in this narrow area. Children are not Hershey Kisses moving down a conveyor belt.

If we can stop teachers, educators and school systems from spouting slogans like no excuses, and failure is not an option, then we have a chance to fix things. Failure must always be an option. If failure is not an option, then children will seek to rescue their lives by slaughtering as many people as possible in order to find an instant way into the news. Mass murder is a convenient and all too easy way of letting everybody know that you exist.

If we can decrease society’s demand that young children be sexual smoothies by the age of fifteen, then we have a chance of fixing things. Kids should be allowed to develop organically at their own pace. They need to understand that it’s okay for them to be who they are. They don’t need to be constantly reminded that they’re not.

If we can decrease the exposure of young children to money-focused shows like Shark Tank, in which billionaires impress upon young people their narrow value system of net worth as the overarching determinant of human value, then we have a chance to fix things.

Young people do not need to be constantly exposed to young, beautiful, fabulously wealthy, sexy, jet-set Hollywood celebrities scooting about in their Lamborghinis in San Tropez and toney areas of Hollywood. They do not need to be reading about the Kardashians and Taylor Swift. They should not be conditioned to attend picture shoots of the latest “it” stars.

They need to see their own lives as a viable and better option than living vicariously through the imaginary life of Dua Lipa.

If we can return to the past by promoting healthier values while limiting some of the destructive influences that have crept into society in the last seventy years, then we have a chance to fix things.

We can go along way toward improving mental health which, as Frank Zappa pointed out many years ago, is our number one issue.


Archer Crosley, MD

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