Momgelina Juggles Her Kids

It’s almost impossible to believe to so much stupidity could exist on
one small planet earth, let alone one small blog space. But, there it
is. I commend you good people for attempting to introduce truth and
logic to the willfully uninformed here, but, alas I fear it’s a hopeless
endeavor. You just haven’t met stupidity until you’ve seen proud
stupidity and unrepentant liars. They’ll say anything, do anything,
nothing’s too low. Truth? What is truth? Just something to **** all
over. It doesn’t even upset me anymore. That’s sad but also good.
Their opinions just don’t matter to me. They’ve gone too far in beating
the crap out of the truth that they don’t deserve another ounce of my
attention. From this moment on they are invisible, just rubbish
beneath my feet.

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JJ removed the pictures of Brad & Ange during their Tribeca dinner, can someone post it again? I missed that one, I went to work today when I get back it was gone. MF, Meli Sharon if you have the copies please can you share it ? Thanks.

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why he remove them?

Hello Ladies-

Took our Freshman son to the dorm and set everything up for him. Our home is too quiet. Feeling a little sad. So hubby and I are heading out to the Oregon coast once again for the weekend.
Jolie-Pitt kids are soooo adorable. They grow up so fast and before Brad & Angie know it, they will also be college bound.

Be happy. Stay positive. Don’t let the trolls ruin the good times.

Credit JJB for the direct links.

2 videos

Angie dropping Mad

http://208.179.27.213/flash/JKKV200907A.swf

Brad picking Mad

http://208.179.27.213/flash/JKKV200907B.swf

Hello all fans of Brad and Angie, here’s a link to this wonderful interview of Brad Pitt. Enjoy.

http://www.lifetimetv.com/lifestyle/entertainment/brad-pitt-and-angelina-jolie-hit-premiere-jesse-james

Also, I’m happy to share my joy of seeing Brad’s movie in Los Angeles. Go to the movie and Disneyland!

I think Angie wants us to see her in a certain way, so she is always lugging those toddlers around on her hips. I had 4 kids and I did not carrie my kids around like that.

Somebody want to comment about Angie carrying kids aruond like heavy luggage?
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Fanistons never carry their young children. I hate when I see a mother walking with her toddler 4 or 5 feet behind them. Now I realize they are just fanistons.I carried my two children until they were 6. It is what loving moms do.
Fanistons hate the way the JP`s travel. Faniston children probably never leave their home town. Like their parents they will live in a closed minded world.
Fanistons criticize Angie for calling Shiloh a blob, when in fact it was the interviewer that called Shiloh a blob. Where is all the criticism for the interviewer?
Fanistons criticize Angie for not being with her mother 24/7, when in fact Jen let her ill mother seek treatment at a clinic. Never mind she did not speak to her mother for 10 years.
Fanistons are brain dead and can not understand that the JP`s are stalked by the paps 24/7. The do not know the meaning of stalking. Oh wait they do. The stalk the JP`s on the internet 24/7.
Faniston read every interview, story and pics of the JP`s. They know every detail that is available on them. They spend more time on the JP`s then their own families.
Fanistons insist that Brad and Angie do not have a sex life because they let their children cuddle in bed with them. Again, that is what loving moms and dads do. Poor faniston children, they`ll never know the feeling of love and security that most children feel when they get to cuddle with mommy and daddy in their big bed. So sad.
Fanistons say mean things about Shiloh. They need to believe that Angie does not love her. It is not in Angie to not love a child that she gave life to. A child that was conceived with the love of her life. Fanistons must not love their own children, so it would make sense to them that Angie could not love Shiloh.
Fanistons have no compassion for orphans. They believe that an orphange is a happy place for children. They believe that orphans should stay in orphanages. Sorry, but that only works with vegas. Hee Hee.
Fanistons are bad mommies.

Two videos

Brad picking Mad

http://208.179.27.213/flash/JKKV200907B.swf

Credit JJB for direct links!

WHAT MEANS BRAD SOLO????
I JUST SAW UP DOWN THE EXTRA VIDEO OF THE TAJJ AND THE FANS WERE SAYING BRAD SOLO
WHAT MEANS?
THE LINK
http://simplybrad.com/
EXTRA VIDEO
IN THE WEB VERSION NOT SEE THAT.

Good, Bad or Ugly: A Legend Shrouded in Gunsmoke Remains Hazy
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Published: September 21, 2007

Before a bullet shattered his skull in 1882, Jesse James cut a bloody swath through parts of the Midwest and the South, leaving a trail of corpses and favorable press notices in his wake. Bad man, poor man, bushwhacker, thief, James was as American as apple pie and the Confederate flag he wrapped himself in like an excuse. That bard of the great unwashed, Woody Guthrie, compared him to Robin Hood, and decades later Bruce Springsteen kept the fires burning, singing about a homespun legend as seductive as it is false.

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The lachrymose new film “The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford” adds another gauzy chapter to the overtaxed James myth, if not much rhyme or reason, heart or soul. Topped by Brad Pitt wearing boot-black hair and a faraway stare, this is a portrait of the murderer as a middle-aged man as seen through the curious mirror of celebrity. At a well-seasoned 34, James lives in an ordinary house in an ordinary town, where he sits in his backyard smoking cigars and handling snakes, a devil playing at preacher. His days with Confederacy guerrillas are long gone, as are most of his crimes. Among his closest companions now is his greatest fan, Bob Ford, a gunslinger slyly played by Casey Affleck.

As its title announces, “The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford” is about a murder, the last violent chapter in a cruelly violent life. As such, it’s also about a celebrity stalker, a kind of Mark David Chapman in spurs who nurses an annihilating love for the object of his obsession. It’s an obsession fueled and fanned by the media, including the sympathetic newsmen who saw James as a heroic anti-Reconstructionist, and the fiction writers who memorialized and even exalted the brutal exploits of his gang. Like a schoolgirl with a crush, Bob Ford keeps his treasured Jesse James dime novels in a box under his bed. When he caresses the cover of one book, it’s as if he were tenderly stroking a lover’s cheek.

If there was more to Bob’s love, you won’t find it here, despite a coy bathtub scene that finds James luxuriating in milky water while the younger man hovers uncertainly nearby. “You want to be like me or do you want to be me?” asks James, casting his glance back at the man others would later brand Judas. In this nearly all-male world of camaraderie and gunsmoke, where little women bustle discreetly in the background (including Mary-Louise Parker as James’s wife, Zee), the ways of the flesh, of heaving, stinking, struggling humanity, have little place. For all their exploded bone and ravaged pulp, their trickles and rivulets of blood, the men in this film aren’t as much bodies as beautiful, empty signifiers.

In his last — and first — feature film, “Chopper” (2000), the New Zealand-born director Andrew Dominik seemed on the same wavelength as his raucous, at times queasy, entertaining subject, the ultrabrutal criminal reprobate of the title, played by Eric Bana. Neither overtly sympathetic nor disapproving, the filmmaker presented his villain as a larger-than-life but unequivocally human grotesque. Using color like an Expressionist, he bleached the screen a sizzling white that turned blood red nearly black and splashed on hues of bilious green and urine yellow as if to suggest that Chopper’s fluids had leaked from his body to contaminate his surroundings. The colors sicken and beguile, as does the human riddle at their center.

There’s a different riddle in “The Assassination of Jesse James,” staring into a florid sunset, slashes of red cutting across the sky. Dressed in near-all black, the question mark known as Jesse James stands away from the camera, knee-deep in a golden, grassy field stirred by the wind or perhaps just an off-screen mechanical fan.

It’s a striking, pleasing image, whatever the case, pretty as a picture postcard, a vision of man and nature that brings to mind Thoreau at Walden Pond or more precisely Terrence Malick’s “Days of Heaven.” James is also facing West, of course, toward the last frontier, home to cowboys and Indians and prospectors of all types, including, soon enough, those who will wield movie cameras, not six-shooters.

If he had lived, James might have saddled up for the movies, and, indeed, his own son played him in the 1921 film “Jesse James Under the Black Flag.” When “The Assassination” opens in September 1881, shortly before his final train robbery and seven months before his death, James was already a star of sorts, a living if fast-aging legend, a favorite newspaper subject, a government target and the featured attraction in hundreds of dime novels with titles like “The James Boys and the Vigilantes.” Mr. Pitt is himself a supernova luminary, of course, and part of the attraction of this film is how his celebrity feeds into that of his character, adding shadings to what is, finally, an overconceptualized if under-intellectualized endeavor.

It’s a curious performance, at once central and indistinct, but then, so too is the character. Based on the novel of the same title by Ron Hansen, the film introduces James at the beginning of his end. Hunkered down in some woods, surrounded by darkly dressed men and leafless birch trees, and framed by Roger Deakins’s impeccable, stark, high-contrast cinematography, he looks a vision. This isn’t just Jesse James — it’s also Jim Morrison at the Whisky in 1966 with a dash of Laurence Olivier, a touch of Warren Beatty and more than a hint of Ralph Lauren. It’s the beautiful bad man, knowing and doomed, awaiting his fate like some Greco-Hollywood hero, rather than the psychotic racist of historical record.

The movies have their truths, which rarely align with those of history. Taken on its own narrow, heavily aestheticized and poetic-realist terms, then, “The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford” works. The cinematography may speak to Mr. Dominik’s yearning for meaning and importance more than it does of his outlaw, but the visuals often dazzle and enthrall. (The images that approximate the blurred distortions characteristic of pinhole photography are especially striking.) They also distract and, after a while, help weigh down the film, which sinks under the heaviness of images so painstakingly art directed, so fetishistically lighted and adorned, that there isn’t a drop of life left in them. Instead of daguerreotype, Mr. Dominik works in stone.

The question of whether the world or cinema needs another monument to an American gangster, a thug who lived by the gun and repeatedly killed in cold blood, remains unanswered by the film and its makers. And perhaps that isn’t a question worth asking. This is, after all, meant to be an evening’s entertainment, and its burdens should remain modest even if its goals are not. Its revelations, aside from Mr. Affleck’s performance, which manages to make the character seem dumb and the actor wily and smart, are nonexistent. The true story of Jesse James, despite all the dime novels and B movies, remains untold, perhaps because in its savagery it really is as American as apple pie and, as such, unspeakably hard to tell.

“The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford” is rated R (Under 17 requires accompanying parent or adult guardian). Gun violence, rude language.

THE ASSASSINATION OF JESSE JAMES BY THE COWARD ROBERT FORD

534 d.j - may be Angie is with Shiloh, mom time with her…may be, she’s in the meeting with the leader of the worlds on solving children world’s hunger or just may be Brad’s daddy time with Mad…so many positive possibility…why be so negative?

and the last pic:

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