It caused me to reflect on why I’m no longer much of a fan.
I thought it might be cathartic for us both if I explored the subject in the form of an open letter, something like the one you once penned to Ann Coulter (not that I don’t think she’s a shrieking harpy myself).
'The internet was wild with speculation because in the upcoming season, they were going to introduce the character.
A woman that works in my office put my name and the character’s name into an internet search and all this speculation came up.' Pipped at post: The 55-year-old actor and writer told Forbes on Friday, that he narrowly missed out on the role to Jeffrey Dean Morgan (pictured), even though the original comic character's appearance was based on him Rollins - who appears in low-budget thriller The Last Heist in theatres and VOD from June 17 2016 - says that although he often gets asked to audition for great projects, he is more successful in landing roles without one.'The only reason Donald Trump is getting any traction is because he is taking great advantage of a very divided and angry America,' Rollins theorized.
As embarrassing as it now seems, I found much of what you wrote back then inspiring. Even Madonna observed that you’d never forgotten your roots. When you started being seen publicly with that loathsome loudmouth Janeane Garofalo (”the Tea Party is racist”), it was already too late.
You were the antithesis of the rock star, the anti-Bret Michaels. It probably wasn’t a conscious decision on your part, but nobody plays for long with the showbiz crowd and remains untouched.
'A lot of people are p***** off, even some of those who voted for the President, because they didn’t get what they wanted for all kinds of reasons'.
Dear Henry Rollins, In a recent interview you expressed concern, like so many of our other socially conscious celebrities, that the so-called “War on Women” was slowing the wheels of progressive permissiveness.
Still, it was during that otherwise forgettable decade that you began to forge something of a unique and compelling persona, committing yourself to physical fitness and acquiring a number of distinctive tattoos, many of them atrocious. You had by then come into your own as a kind of countercultural “renaissance man.” There were books, music (often lackluster), spoken-word performances, and movie roles (mostly bad).But what you lacked in consistency and talent, you made up for with prodigious output and an unparalleled intensity.