SEMI-HUMOUR: Dimwitted beauty contestants

Miss Philippines USA contest—
Question Throws Contestant For a Loop in Miss Philippines USA: “Joanlia Lising”

Dishonesty put egg on the face of the beauty

Why do so many beauty pageant participants look so pathetic when answering kindergarten level questions? Our take is that the embarrassing moments come not only from the pressure of the moment, perfectly natural, considering that these women are still obscure semi-celebs and realize this may be their only chance to climb out of invisibility and relative poverty, but that these hypocritical and asinine questions are built into these contests as a bow to the pressures of feminists and the remnants of old-fashioned petit bourgeois morality, the pretense being that we’re not choosing women on just their curves and raw sexual power, but their totality: body, mind and spirit.  Which is a totally dishonest situation.

[pullquote] These women may not be entirely aware of it, but there’s always the dread they may somehow step outside the permissible limits of this hideously conformity-driven society.[/pullquote]

If you thought that Miss Philippines was bad, what about Miss Utah?

2013 Miss Utah Marissa Powell Messes Up Miss America Question Big Time!




The Black Mis-Leaders’ Love-Fest with Power on the Mall

by BAR executive editor Glen Ford
“Proximity to Power has always been their Dream.”

BAR-March_on_Washington_1963The commemoration of the March on Washington has been ruined. President Obama, the global assassin, protector of Wall Street, and reigning Great Mass Incarcerator, will star in the production on the National Mall. “Dr. Martin Luther King serves as a mere prop in the ceremony.” In their embrace of Power, the organizers have desecrated the Black American legacy of struggle.
Marcher in 1963.
For those who seek an independent Black politics that is faithful to the historical Black consensus for peace and social justice, the inclusion of President Barack Obama in the 50th anniversary of the 1963 March on Washington is a desecration. The ancestral sanctum is to be utterly defiled by the presence of the very personification of imperial savagery and a ballooning domestic police state.

[pullquote]  For those who seek an independent Black politics that is faithful to the historical Black consensus for peace and social justice, the inclusion of President Barack Obama in the 50th anniversary of the 1963 March on Washington is a desecration. Of course, the organizers of this monumental self-debasement – this obscene groveling at the feet of Power – see Obama’s participation as the ultimate testimony to Black progress.[/pullquote]

Demagogs like Al Sharpton are these days busier than ever.

Demagogs like Al Sharpton are these days busier than ever.

Of course, the organizers of this monumental self-debasement – this obscene groveling at the feet of Power – see Obama’s participation as the ultimate testimony to Black progress. Proximity to Power has always been their Dream. Dr. Martin Luther King serves as a mere prop in the ceremony, which seeks to draw a straight line from the 1863 Emancipation Proclamation, through the 1963 mass march, to the First Black President’s embrace of the 2013 commemoration – a kind of holy trinity.

For the Black Misleadership Class, the great social movement in which Dr. King played such a pivotal role was brought forth, not to confront Power, but to integrate it. President Obama is the perfect blending – the literal embodiment of Black Power, in the warped worldview of the 2013 organizers. Dr. King has no place in this abomination, except to mark the tolling of the bell on his dream to overcome the three evils inherent in imperial capitalism: racism, militarism and materialism.

It is a funereal occasion.

“For those that spent much of the next 50 years jockeying for greater opportunities to join structures of power, there is no shame in hosting the nominal head of Empire at a great public ceremony.”

Not that the actors were so different in 1963. But, back then, the grasping Black classes had not yet been launched on the trajectory that would give them a stake in the imperial order. Their status was still aspirational. Years of tumult would unfold – and Dr. King’s assassination – before the system would deign to offer serious silver to the Judases in his entourage and the larger movement. For those that spent much of the next 50 years jockeying for greater opportunities to join structures of power – the “burning house [10]” that Dr. King feared he was leading his people into – there is no shame in hosting the nominal head of Empire at a great public ceremony. Rather, such an event is the pinnacle of success – especially for folks that imagine they have a special, complexional relationship with His Highness.

It has been so long since the dissolution of the Black Freedom Movement, the pretenders to Black leadership have forgotten how to speak the language of struggle. Non-violent “direct action,” Dr. King’s preferred tactic to [11] “create such a crisis and foster such a tension that a community which has constantly refused to negotiate is forced to confront the issue,” has degenerated to mean simply marching down a street [12] on a sunny day.

The 1963 march was not an example of direct action – quite the opposite. The purpose was to gather as many people as possible for an orderly and “dignified” demonstration of the movement’s mass following and broad support – and then get them out of town by sundown, as promised to the powers-that-be. The last thing the organizers wanted was that a quarter million marchers create a “crisis” in the heart of Washington – a scenario that Dr. King hoped to organize in the summer of 1968, but was interrupted by an assassin.

“The pretenders to Black leadership have forgotten how to speak the language of struggle.”

The 1963 march was so accommodating to the Kennedy’s demand for orderliness, Malcolm X dubbed it the “Farce on Washington.”

“It ceased to be a black march; it ceased to be militant; it ceased to be angry; it ceased to be impatient,” said Malcolm [13]. “In fact, it ceased to be a march. It became a picnic, an outing with a festive, circus-like atmosphere….”

It was also the biggest show of massed humanity in the history of the Nation’s Capitol – which certainly made the intended impression. But, accommodation with Power is not what created the movement that brought the throngs to Washington for the one-day “outing,” nor did strolling in the park carry that movement forward in the ensuing years of confrontation with power.

The 1963 March on Washington was sanitized by the organizers, themselves, whose goal was to impress the nation – including other Black people – with the size and the breadth of the forces the leaders could call on at that point in time. It did not seek confrontation on that day, although its immensity served as implicit warning that masses of people were deeply committed to social transformation, and might not always be so orderly.

“Accommodation with Power is not what created the movement that brought the throngs to Washington.”

In that sense, the event on the Mall was quite unrepresentative of the movement. It was, as Malcolm described from the sidelines, “a festive, circus-like atmosphere” – but it also occurred smack in the middle of years of mortal combat with the “system.” When the march is taken out of the context of what happened before and after, all that remains is the “picnic” and the self-censored, deliberately non-confrontational speeches – most notably Dr. King’s vague “dreaming.” Which perfectly suits the needs of today’s Black Misleadership Class, who have no intention of confronting Power – ever! On the contrary, they cling to the garments of Power, in the person of the First Black President, and wrap themselves in the flag of Empire.

Dr. King rejected U.S. empire, and broke with President Lyndon Johnson over the “inter-related” issues of foreign war and and domestic poverty. There is not a shadow of a doubt that King would denounce Obama in the strongest terms, were he alive, today. Yet, those who pose as his political and moral descendants hug the presidential scorpion to their bosoms.

Malcolm’s critique of the 1963 March does not seem so dated if one substitutes the words “Obama” or “Democrats” for “white liberals”:

“The white liberals [Democrats/Obama] control the Negro and the Negro vote by controlling the Negro civil rights leaders. As long as they [Democrats/Obama] control the Negro civil rights leaders, they can also control and contain the Negro’s struggle, and they can control the Negro’s so-called revolt.”

This August 28th will be a day of control and containment – amid a love-fest with Power.

BAR executive editor Glen Ford can be contacted at Glen.Ford@BlackAgendaReport.com [14].

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Hollywood’s ludicrous portrayals of Black American history

When entertainment tycoons like schmaltz queen Oprah Winfrey or capitalism evangelist Russell Simmons enter the picture you know the result will be a travesty of truth or worse.
Whitewashing the imperial status quo via personal success stories

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Lee Daniels’ The Butler: Identity politics at odds with history

By Joanne Laurier, wsws.org
23 August 2013

Directed by Lee Daniels; screenplay by Danny Strong, based on the article by Wil Haygood

Lee Daniels’ The Butler is a fiction film based on the life of Eugene Allen, an African American who worked in the White House for 34 years, from the tail end of President Harry Truman’s administration to Ronald Reagan’s second term in office.

With a screenplay from Danny Strong (HBO’s Game Change) that was inspired by a 2008 Wil Haygood article in the Washington Post (“A Butler Well Served by This Election”), Daniels (Precious, 2009) has crafted his movie to encompass the period from the mid-1920s to the election of Barack Obama in 2008. This potentially fascinating story of an encounter between a black worker and the upper echelons of the American political elite is fatally marred, however, by Daniel’s shallow, identity politics outlook.

On a cotton farm in Georgia in 1926, a young Cecil Gaines [the fictional stand-in for Eugene Allen] witnesses his mother (Mariah Carey) raped and his father (David Banner) shot by the landowner (Alex Pettyfer). Out of pity and a sense of guilt, the farm family’s matriarch (Vanessa Redgrave) makes Cecil a houseboy, where he learns skills that will eventually land him a job at an elite hotel in Washington, DC.

The Butler

A White House staff member eventually hears about Cecil (Forest Whitaker) and offers him a position as a butler. Cecil is now able to provide a comfortable lifestyle for wife Gloria (Oprah Winfrey) and sons Louis (David Oyelowo) and Charlie (Elijah Kelley).

Cecil, who maintains a low profile and avoids airing any controversial views, becomes a historical witness to the Little Rock school desegregation crisis under Dwight Eisenhower (Robin Williams); the assassination of John Kennedy (James Marsden); the escalation of the Vietnam war under Lyndon Johnson (Liev Schreiber); the political disgrace of Richard Nixon (John Cusack) in the Watergate Scandal; and the support extended by the Ronald Reagan (Alan Rickman) administration to the continuation of the apartheid system in South Africa.

The Butler

Meanwhile, on several occasions, during the transition from one administration to the next, Cecil approaches his supervisor to request that the black staff be paid wages in line with their white colleagues.

At home, tensions grow between Cecil, loyal to US government policy, and his son Louis, who views his father as an “Uncle Tom” and leaves college to become active in the civil rights movement. Cecil grows increasingly dismayed and angry as Louis participates in the campaign to desegregate Woolworth’s lunch counters through sit-ins, becomes a Freedom Rider and has a brief stint in the Black Panther movement, enduring numerous incarcerations and beatings.

[pullquote] Lee Daniels’ The Butler is a train wreck of a film which leaves a bad taste for anyone even dimly aware of the basic facts of American history.”—Margaret Kimberley[/pullquote]

In the aftermath of the assassination of Martin Luther King Jr., Louis runs for office as a Democrat (“Dr. King’s philosophy got him killed … the next step is politics.”). Meanwhile, Cecil’s younger son Charlie joins the military in support of the Vietnam War. Cecil and Louis ultimately reconcile after the former resigns from his White House position and both participate in the fight to free Nelson Mandela.

The high point of Cecil’s life—and, according to Daniels’ film, the civil rights movement—is the election of the first African American president in 2008.

In tackling The Butler’s numerous false premises and artistic flaws, it is worth taking a brief look at the film’s departures from the facts of Eugene Allen’s life. First, Allen did not grow up on a brutal farm in Georgia, whose owner committed unspeakable acts, but in a segregated town in central Virginia. He worked as a waiter in whites-only resorts and country clubs. In the Haygood article, Allen says, “We never had anything. I was always hoping things would get better.”

That is not to say that such things as Daniels depicts in the opening sequence did not happen, but here they serve to set a certain tone and reveal a definite social agenda. Racism and Jim Crow in the South are not seen as functions of class rule in America, which had as their central purpose keeping the black and white poor divided in order to better exploit both, but as a series of violent atrocities committed by maddened racists. They also indicate a Tarantino-like willingness to sensationalize and fantasize for the purpose of “making a point.”

More liberties are taken to pump up the action. Allen’s wife Helene never became an alcoholic or cuckolded her husband like the Winfrey character. In addition, Eugene and Helene had only one son, Charles, who was never a Freedom Rider or Black Panther. He did go to Vietnam, but survived (unlike his cinematic counterpart) and went on to work for the US State Department.

The scenes in The Butler that have the air of the greatest historical and social truth involve the activities of the black White House staff. The filmmakers carefully depict how these workers perform their duties, in the course of which they reveal their frustration with their demeaning conditions. (When Eugene Allen started at the White House, he was a “pantry man” washing dishes and polishing silverware. The job paid $2,400 a year [$20,800 in 2013 dollars], compared to the national average wage of $3,400.)

The big historical events fare far worse. The movie races through the evolution of the civil rights movement, a vast social experience, only touching superficially on certain well-known events, as if its major preoccupation is hurtling us toward the 2008 presidential election. Almost nothing is made of the enormous August 1963 march on Washington—the largest integrated demonstration that had ever taken place in the nation’s capital. Fragments of footage of the actual events are haphazardly thrown in to provide a veneer of credibility. This approach reaches a low point when the assassination of King in April 1968 is primarily treated through a video of Jesse Jackson, the opportunist and Democratic Party operative, speaking about the killing.

While Daniels directs individually moving scenes in The Butler, he fails as a whole to create an integral, coherent or convincing drama. But how could he, starting with such false premises? The effort to present the Allen-Gaines story, and its related elements, as some sort of entirely unique “black experience” was bound to end badly. It inevitably requires the filmmakers to distort social and personal relations to fit their schema.

In the world of Daniels and his ilk, the immense sacrifices made and blood spilled in the civil rights struggle, by blacks and whites alike, find their central meaning and value in the eventual elevation of an African American stratum to wealth and fame, reaching its summit in the gigantic figure of … Barack Obama, who currently presides over the most reactionary, anti-democratic administration in American history.

How would it be possible for Daniels, even with the best of intentions, to do justice to the life of the oppressed when, at the same time, he finds cause for celebration in the career of one of the chief oppressors? The artistic outcome must be half-hearted and murky.

The movie has a brief scene in which Nixon calls for the promotion of “black capitalism.” Do the filmmakers grasp the significance of this development? The scene is not followed through on. The great difficulty here is a terribly limited understanding of history and an equally limited perspective.

The emergence of conservative, self-absorbed petty bourgeois constituencies, among blacks, women, gays and other minorities is a major event of the last several decades. In 2011, a WSWS article on King aptly described this process: “The co-opting of a section of the black middle class was itself part of a broader development. … The goal was to cultivate a new ‘left’ constituency for American imperialism.

“Obama is the apotheosis of this process: a right-wing, militarist, pro-Wall Street African-American president. His elevation to the presidency is not the legacy of decades of civil rights progress, but rather an effort by wealthy corporate interests within the Democratic Party to use the candidate’s skin color to disguise their reactionary policies.

“[Martin Luther] King was assassinated at the height of his public career, at the point where he was beginning to draw radical conclusions about the necessity to link the struggles of blacks in the South with those of the working class throughout the country, and to connect the fight for social justice at home with opposition to imperialist war abroad.” [He spoke out forcefully against the Vietnam War.]

The night before his assassination, King told a group of striking sanitation workers in Memphis, Tennessee: “We’ve got to give ourselves to this struggle until the end. Nothing would be more tragic than to stop at this point in Memphis. We’ve got to see it through.” This spirit of struggle is entirely absent from The Butler .

It’s almost embarrassing to point out that the basic framework of The Butler is conformist respect for the various right-wing residents of the White House. There is sympathy for Nixon’s downfall and, after all, Reagan was a good sort—didn’t Nancy Reagan (Jane Fonda) invite Cecil and Gloria to a state dinner as guests, not servants?

In a recent interview with the New York Times, Daniels says: “Initially, the script had Obama in it, but I thought that would have been overkill. And we didn’t even know whether we could get him. He was doing a campaign, and if they heard he was doing a movie in the middle of the campaign—God knows. I was tempted to call Oprah to call the president, but I couldn’t bring myself to ask her.” Thank heavens for small mercies!

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Freedom Rider: Sex Tapes and Butlers

 By BAR editor and senior columnist Margaret Kimberley

Racist propaganda comes in many forms, and from many sources. Russell Simmons and Lee Daniels are well-paid Black purveyors of the anti-Black propaganda arts. Daniel’s turns history and truth on its head in The Butler, while Russell Simmons depicts Harriet Tubman as a whore who turns tricks for freedom.

The fact that Simmons chose to make Harriet Tubman a character in a porno reveals much about him, his feelings about black people and his high regard of white people.”

On August 14, 2013, Russell Simmons posted these words on twitter: “Funniest thing I’ve ever seen Harriet tubmans [sic] sex diary.” Those are words guaranteed to catch one’s attention, the way a bomb going off gets attention. Simmons wasn’t lying or joking either. His latest entertainment venture, All Def Digital, had in fact produced something he called The Harriet Tubman Sex Tape. For the worst and most despicable reasons possible, Mr. Simmons chose to commit a character assassination of Harriet Tubman, one of the greatest in the pantheon of black American heroes. By extension he defamed not only Tubman, but all black people and perpetrated the worst slanders used against black women. The fact that Simmons chose to make Harriet Tubman a character in a porno reveals much about him, his feelings about black people and his high regard of white people.

One might conclude that Simmons is nothing more than clueless and ignorant of the history of this country and of his people. Yet his treachery shows something far worse than obvious misogyny, self-hatred and stupidity. This so-called parody existed because Simmons determined that the path to success must go straight through the heart of our heritage and bring down a woman whose actions were above reproach. Simmons obviously believes that his success depends on black people being demeaned and willing to laugh about it.

Simmons claims that he wanted to show Tubman “turning the tables” on the slave master. The vulgar and stupid impresario, entrepreneur, mogul doesn’t even know why Harriet Tubman is so revered. By first stealing herself away from the chattel slavery system and then taking hundreds of other people from their slave owners, she turned the tables quite adroitly, all without having sex with anyone. She followed up her individual feats of bravery when she led a Union attack on Confederate forces near the Combahee River in South Carolina in 1863, the only woman to have led an army into battle in the Civil War.

Simmons obviously believes that his success depends on black people being demeaned and willing to laugh about it.“

In Simmons’ turgid imagination, the woman who John Brown referred to as “General Tubman” becomes nothing more than a whore. An enslaved woman had no means by which she might empower herself. She had no control over her body and thus no control over her sexuality. She could be forced to have sex with any white man or even with a black man when slave holders wanted to create more babies and thus more profit. For Harriet Tubman to have overcome these circumstances with her bravery and genius, only to be depicted as a woman who enjoys having sex with her slave holder is the worst thing that any black person might do to her memory.

Black people should have had nothing worse than Russell Simmons to contend with, but he chose to do his dirty work in the same week that another awful depiction was unleashed by Hollywood. Lee Daniels’ The Butler is a train wreck of a film which leaves a bad taste for anyone even dimly aware of the basic facts of American history.

The Butler is a fictionalized account of the life of Eugene Allen, a man who served as a White House butler from the Harry Truman through Ronald Reagan administrations. This story could be interesting on many levels but in the hands of the ham fisted and black hating Daniels the civil rights movement is in the end just a useful backdrop for absolving white people of any guilt.

Daniels does know what makes for an engaging film and it is this skill that makes The Butler so insidious. He cleverly depicts how the lead character, named Cecil Gaines for the purposes of the movie, must escape from the cruelty of Jim Crow era South, where America’s apartheid took shape. Most of the black actors in the film are talented and popular audience favorites. The combination of seeing our experiences validated in an entertaining film guarantees box office success.

Lee Daniels’ The Butler is a train wreck of a film which leaves a bad taste for anyone even dimly aware of the basic facts of American history.”

It is true to this very day that black people show two faces, or in the case of people like the Gaines character, only one face, not being allowed to be fully human when interacting with white people who have power over them. Having seen lynching and terror, Gaines is fearful for himself and for his son who chooses to be in the forefront of the black freedom movement.

What might have made for an intriguing dynamic is turned into a hodge podge of phony hopefulness about how the “good negro” inspires white people to do the right thing. Movies of course depend on some degree of dramatic license. But it is absurd in the extreme for the Gaines character to literally be serving breakfast to presidents and their top staff people as they discuss what to do in Little Rock, Selma or Birmingham.

Every president in the movie confesses his sins to the magical Cecil and then tries his best to help the Negro. In fact, however much or little any of these presidents did was dependent upon the intensity of the struggle among the masses of people and not by their liking of any domestic worker. Yet the Lee Daniels butler inspires Eisenhower to send troops to integrate Central High School in Little Rock. John F. Kennedy spent most of his term in office looking for ways to placate the Dixiecrats. He and his brother Robert were opposed to the March on Washington and any other actions that might force them to do the right thing. As for the Freedom Riders, Kennedy asked an aide, “Can’t you get your goddamned friends off those buses?” In the end he was forced by the demands made in the streets to finally give a speech in support of a civil rights bill.

The movie does tell some historic truth but with an underlying message that political action is acceptable only within very narrow parameters. The son in the film goes on a journey from the lunch counter sit-ins to the Freedom Rides to the Black Panthers. Daniels should have just left the Panthers alone instead of depicting them as disrespectful young people who never remove their black berets and give offense at the dinner table. But he couldn’t leave the Panthers alone. If white people can be appeased with the right attitude there is no need for radical politics to be taken seriously. The Black Panthers also have to be brought low in the popular consciousness of a Lee Daniels movie.

Not only are white people made good if the black people around them are silent enough, but the black people in Daniels world don’t amount to much. Their relaxation time is spent drinking and dancing and cheating on their spouses, while at work they tell dirty jokes in mixed company and get angry if a co-worker gets a perk. No wonder white people have to be coaxed into helping them.

Daniels should have just left the Panthers alone instead of depicting them as disrespectful young people who never remove their black berets and give offense at the dinner table.”

They live happily ever after because Barack Obama is elected president of the United States at the movie’s end. All is well in Daniels land where eventually the right kind of protest brings white acceptance and a black face in the highest place.

Lee Daniels and Russell Simmons are also in high places. They get the deals to create images of black life because they can be replied upon to do the right thing by white people. Russell Simmons is a bottom feeder who didn’t even know how to be smooth with his slander. Lee Daniels is made of sterner stuff and knows what black people want to see. We want to see black people on screen who do great things even if it is just getting a raise for the domestic help or sneering at the struggles of young people when they try to change the system.

After being properly scolded for the sex tape horror, Simmons removed the sex tape from his site and now says he has plans to produce biographies of Harriet Tubman and Frederick Douglass. He probably has no real interest in doing this but for the sake of argument he must be treated as if he does. He can’t be trusted with our image ever again and must never be allowed to live down this shameful episode.

Daniels will probably get more movie deals and more opportunities to create outwardly uplifting fare that is in reality anything but. He is equally untrustworthy but more dangerous. He is after all the man who gave us Precious.

Black celebrities cannot be given a pass to treat us any way they want but the yearning for black success is still quite strong. As with politicians and other misleaders, they get consideration where none is deserved. Hopefully there will be no more black historical figures in sex tapes or white people being given phony and undue credit, at least not for a while. Two such episodes in one week is simply too much.

Margaret Kimberley’s Freedom Rider column appears weekly in BAR, and is widely reprinted elsewhere. She maintains a frequently updated blog as well as at http://freedomrider.blogspot.com. Ms. Kimberley lives in New York City, and can be reached via e-Mail at Margaret.Kimberley(at)BlackAgendaReport.com.

 




Enemies of the People: Georgina Rinehart

Get to know your ruling class!

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By BRANFORD PERRY, HIPOKRISY.NET
Not only is this woman bad news for people, seeking their immiseration at every turn, but she’s poison on the planet, too, as she’s an active member of the oil/extractive industries club of prominent climate change deniers. [/pullquote]

Earning about a billion dollars a year from the iron ore and coal projects she owns in Australia, Rinehart’s fortune of $17 billion makes her the richest person in the country and the No. 5 wealthiest woman in the world. In November, Rinehart, the consummate activist* billionaire, self-published a book calling for Australian workers to accept wages comparable to $2-a-day African workers, causing global consternation. Along with creating headlines for her continuing court battle with three of her four children, who she cut out of the family trust, she’s pushing for the northern region of the country (where the bulk of her holdings reside) to become a special economic zone with lower taxes and less regulation. 2013 SPOTLIGHT: Wannabe Rupert? Rinehart has been purchasing large shares in Aussie media companies Channel 10 and Fairfax Media, the only non-Murdoch broadsheet company in the country.

Rinehart’s push to lower the minimum wage should have been met with howls of indignation, and massive protests on all public spaces, not polite “consternation” as Forbes so coyly suggests. [/pullquote]

Here’s CELEBRITYNETWORH.COM’s much more accurate assessment:

Gina Rinehart is an Australian mining heiress with a net worth of $18.9 billion. Gina Rinehart inherited the Hancock Prospecting from her father Lang Hancock. Many recent evaluations of her wealth put her at a net worth of more than Carlos Slim (~$74 Billion), as she owns her company outright with no shareholders. Her operations of coal and iron production are estimated to produce $10 billion in annual profits. When you put her privately held mining operations at a comparable 11-1 price to earnings ratio (as compared to similar publicly traded companies), her net worth could approach $100 billion making her not only the richest woman in the world, but the richest person in the world!

[SOURCE: http://www.celebritynetworth.com/richest-businessmen/richest-billionaires/gina-rinehart-net-worth/ ]

WELL, THERE YOU HAVE IT. Quite a charming character. While you ponder this woman’s dubious credits for membership in a true democracy, keep in mind that she and her ilk are the constant objects of adulation and apologetics by the opinion-shaping buffoons of the corporate press, which only underscores the desperate need for a new type of truly democratic media.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Acid-tongued London curmudgeon BRANFORD PERRY, founder of Hipokrisy.net, is an occasional contributor to TGP and other leading political venues. Divorced now for several years from his long-suffering wife (his words not ours), his main company now are three lovely shelties and a rich library of dead poets and historians. 




The worthless superrich: How Heiress Barbara Hutton Blew Through A $900 Million Fortune And Died Penniless

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By  on August 1, 2013


Adapted from celebritynetworth

Hutton, the bourgeois, nickel-and-dime store princess in her prime.

Hutton, the bourgeois, nickel-and-dime store princess in her prime.

Decades before Kim Kardashian and Paris Hilton became famous for being rich girls with sex tapes, the original out of control Hollywood heiress-celebrity was Barbara Hutton. Hutton came from money on both sides of the family tree. Her maternal grandfather was Frank W. Woolworth, founder of the eponymous Woolworth's chain of retail stores. Her father was Franklyn Laws Hutton, co-founder of massively successful New York investment bank E. F. Hutton.

She was also the niece of General Foods cereal heiress Marjorie Merriweather Post which in turn made her first cousins with actress Dina Merrill whose $5 billion net worth makes her the second richest celebrity in the world today, right behind George Lucas. But that's besides the point. Long story short, Barbara Hutton was extremely rich. Her fortune peaked at an inflation adjusted $900 million. Which makes it especially shocking that when Barbara died in 1979, she was a penniless seven-time divorcee. How on earth did that happen?[pullquote] Get to know your ruling class!  After all, they run your life. [/pullquote]

The Life Of Barbara Hutton

Barbara's maternal grandfather, Frank W. Woolworth had a life that defined the American dream. He rose up from humble beginnings to become the founder of the Woolworth's chain stores, the first, and perhaps the most successful five-and-dime operation in the world. At its prime, Woolworth's was a $65 million (roughly $900 million today) corporation with more than 1,000 stores strong.

Frank died a rich man in 1919, but that was not always the case. As a child, he worked on his parents' farm to help them make ends meet, many times missing school in lieu of the backbreaking labor of small farm life in Rodman, NY. But he had his sights set on a different path, and as a teenager and young man he took on unpaid apprenticeships at local general stores, worked side jobs, and eventually made his way to the city lights, through night school, and to the helm of a major chain store. One that established a new way of doing business, which retail stores still model themselves after today.

Vintage Woolworth's Store

Vintage Woolworth's Store

Though he married and had three daughters, Frank's true love was always his business. He is rumored to have worked every day from the inception of the company to his death. Ironically, the success that took him a lifetime to establish took his family what seemed like mere moments to destroy. Enter Barbara Hutton…

Frank's middle child, Edna, married Franklyn Laws Hutton who founded the successful E. F. Hutton & Company, a respected New York investment banking and stock brokerage firm. They had one child, Barbara, born in 1912. Franklyn was a far cry from husband or father of the year. He was a workaholic, missing from the home front most of the time, and prone to extramarital affairs. His philandering and absence wore on Edna and is thought to be the motivation for her suicide. At the impressionable age of six, Barbara found her mother's lifeless body; a formative moment that family and friends believe shaped a life of excess and debauchery.

The Diamond Damsel's Debacles Begin

Barbara was tossed around like a hot potato from relative to relative after her mother's death, but she was still a Woolworth, and Woolworths got the best. Even in the midst of the crippling 1930s Depression when most families were struggling to make ends meet, Barbara enjoyed an elaborate coming out party for her eighteenth birthday, fit for royalty. The lavish soiree came with a $60,000 price tag (around $1 million today) and was the social event of the year with dignitaries and celebrities in attendance and no expense spared.

The public was in an uproar over the unrestrained excess of the party, which was highly publicized by the media. In an attempt at damage control, Barbara was shipped off to tour Europe in order to avoid additional bad press. This was possibly the first nail Barbara contributed to the coffin that was the fate of the Woolworth family and empire.

The Blushing Bride—7 Times Over

At age 21 Barbara's already hefty bank account had swelled to roughly $50 million (about $898 million today) after she received an inheritance from her grandmother. Far from the level-headed, business-savvy mindedness of her grandfather, Frank, Barbara spent money frivolously and extravagantly.

She lived an opulent lifestyle complete with the finest clothes, homes, vacations, and entertainment, but what she craved most—and what seemed to ever escape her reach—money couldn't buy. Barbara made the rounds down the wedding aisle and to divorce court seven times in her life, hoping each groom would be the one to fill the emotional void she felt. But the void remained open, and Barbara continued to fill it with failed marriages and extravagances. Her short list of grooms included a baron, three princes, a count, actor Cary Grant, and an international playboy. Most of these men were after Barbara for her money, which they spent freely during their time with her, then enjoyed millions in divorce settlements. During her marriage to Cary Grant, the couples' spending habits earned them the nickname, "Cash and Cary". Her other fleeting matrimonial endeavors received similar sentiments from the public.

Barbara Hutton and Cary Grant

Cary Grant & Barbara Hutton: The "Cash & Carys" couple.

TMZ: The Early Days

Much to the chagrin of the Woolworth family and company, the media followed every move of Barbara's over-the-top lifestyle, as she whittled away her family fortune on designer clothes, flashy jewelry, mansions, cars, husbands, and playboys. To make matters worse, her divorces played out in the public like dirty laundry hung out for all to see.

Barbara's motto was "If you've got it, flaunt it," and she was a skilled flaunter. She had an affinity for elaborate historical pieces and paintings and paid top dollar for them. Her collection of art included pieces from Marie Antoinette and Empress Eugénie of France; and she was infamous in the jewelry world for buying an extravagant and unique 40-carat Pasha Diamond, which she had recut to fit her fancy, bringing it down to 36 carats. She bought 2 palatial mansions in London, and others in Tangier, Palm Beach, Cuernavaca, and Pacific Palisades—all filled with servants and luxuries. A casual philanthropist, she would write hefty checks on a whim at cocktail parties and buy elaborate gifts for friends and strangers.

Barbara was completely out of touch with the roots of her wealth and the Average Joe strolling the aisles of her family's famous five-and-dime stores. And the public noticed. They grew weary of spending their dollars at a company tied to a woman with so little respect for those hard-earned paychecks. Woolworth's executive board blamed Barbara's antics when employees went on strike, and weeks later clerks picketed outside her swanky New York hotel bellowing: "Is 18 dollars a week too much?" Barbara was unaffected.

Frank Turns in his Grave and Barbara Makes Her Final Exit

Unable to find lasting love, and bored with her material world, Barbara turned to drugs and alcohol. She took to washing down cocktails of codeine, morphine, and Valium with up to 20 vodka-spiked Cokes daily and indulged in shots of amphetamines and megavitamins to get her kicks. With this downward spiral, her erratic spending habits only increased. She showered friends, acquaintances, and strangers with gifts and money to gain their affections and she is reported to have lost millions in fees for bad financial advice and poor fund management.

As Barbara's once overflowing pot of gold was dwindling down to a couple of coins she began liquidating assets in order to make ends meet. With her properties gone and possessions few, she lived out her final years in an L.A. hotel until she died of a heart attack at the age of 66. At the time of her death in 1979, she had a measly $3,500 to her name.

As for the demise of the Woolworth chain, Barbara can't be held solely responsible for its downfall, though her noteworthy contributions did not help the cause. With competitors opening similar retail stores paired with an all-too-soon expansion, the retail giant and original pioneer of merchandising as it stood in its heyday declined down to a handful of stores in the early 1980s and eventually went out of business in 1997.Kim Kardashian and Paris Hilton

No matter what you think of Kim Kardashian's brief marriages or Paris Hilton's lack of discernible intelligence, at least neither of them have blown through a nearly $1 billion fortune. But then again, Barbara Hutton's downward spiral occurred over 45+ years. Maybe Paris and Kim just need a little more time to follow suit!

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