Radar has posted another audio clip of Mel Gibson spewing hate at Oksana, and this one’s about eight minutes long.  It’s also a little more intense – I couldn’t get through the whole thing.  In the clip, Mel threatens to kill Oksana twice and tells her she deserved his abuse.  He also tells her that she treats him “like shit” and she “fucking used” him, all while panting like a dog.  I’m not going to post some of the more vivid quotes, you can listen to the audio if you’re so inclined, but mostly I’m just kind of shocked over the whole thing.  And it’s not even that the dad from The Patriot or fucking Braveheart could say such things, it’s that anyone can say such things.

Over the weekend, Mel was dropped by his agents, and he’s currently up for three possible offenses:  domestic violence, child endangerment, and assault with a deadly weapon.  It looks like this might be the straw that broke the camel’s back (the straw being this particular showcase of Mel’s overwhelming hate and anger issues, the camel being the entertainment industry’s unwavering love for Mel Gibson).  Let’s hope that Mel can just get locked in a cell, padded or otherwise, and at the very least not be able to graphically threaten death to the mother of his child.  That’s about all I’m willing to hope for at this point.

From the YouTube description:

Brett Domino and Steven Peavis perform a medley of Justin Timberlake hits using assorted miniature instruments and lap tray travel bags (Trabasacks – for more info go to http://www.trabasack.co.uk ).

The medley includes:
SEXYBACK (written by Justin Timberlake, Timbaland, Nate “Danja” Hills)
LIKE I LOVE YOU (written by Justin Timberlake, Pharrell Williams, Chad Hugo, Terrence Thornton, Gene Thornton)
LOVESTONED (written by Justin Timberlake, Timbaland, Nate “Danja” Hills).

Performed on:
Stylophone Beatbox, iPod Touch (using DigiDrummer Lite), Kazoo, Thumb Piano, Shaker, Stylophone, Cowbell, Recorder, Ukulele, Theremin, Spoons, and Roland AX-Synth.

This is so brilliant. How have I not seen this before? Oh, right, because the Internet is supersaturated with the cumulative and overwhelming creative genius of an entire planet, to the point that it’s become an near-indifferentiable mass of everything that’s pure and inimitable about humanity.

It’s a beautiful thing.

Back in June, there was an episode of The View that offended a whole lot of people.  There were two male co-hosts, D.L. Hughley and Thomas Roberts, a newscaster for MSNBC.  They discussed that asinine Red Cross policy that states that gay men and people who have slept with gay men cannot donate blood, and from there, Hughley went on to make the statement that “when you look at the prevalence of HIV in the African American community it’s primarily young women who are getting it from men who are on the down low,” and they talked about that for a bit.  The thing is, however, that Hughley’s statement wasn’t even a little bit true.

GLAAD, along with the Black AIDS Institute and the National Black Justice Coalition, took offense to that remark, so they placed a full page ad in Variety demanding an on-air apology from The View and asking them to give the actual facts to their viewers.

I can’t imagine that The View won’t respond to this.  Placing a full page ad in Variety seems like a pretty effective way to call someone out.  I’d like to think that maybe next time people on The View would bother to check their facts before they make these kinds of ridiculous statements that other people actually listen to, but I’m not going to get my hopes up.

Happy Birthday, Jess! Your new boyfriend, Eric Johnson, is definitely top-notch, and just by the kiss, I can surmise that you guys are pretty happy right now.

I won’t mention how it looks like you have a set of legs emerging from your torso, but hey. Maybe that’s part of your whole “sexual napalm” thing. Two sets of legs to wrap around some big football-playing guy?

Bitch is the original Spiderwoman. Just … hotter.

I think I speak for most women when I say that. Don’t even lie, ladies.

Did you guys catch the premiere of his dating show, The Ultimate Catch, last night? I swear, of all the reality TV dating shows I’ve watched over the course of my life (and there have been many, I’m sad to admit), I have always been kind of like “What are these girls fighting over? This dude sucks.” Like, Jake Pavelka? He’s a decent-looking guy, but about as exciting as that final World Cup game. (OMG U GUYS I MADE A SPORTS REFERENCE! Also: I only know that the game was boring because people were talking about it on Twitter. Actually: I know that the game was boring because the game was soccer.)

I did have a marginal crush on Andrew Firestone back in the day, when I was young and naive and stupid, and before one of my friends actually slept with him and told me he’s a total snoozefest.

But now: Chad Ochocinco! I’m in love. I’m totally smitten. He’s unbelievably fucking sexy, he’s smart, he’s crazy ambitious, he’s funny, he’s charming, he’s interesting, he doesn’t even drink, and he seems genuinely invested in treating other people with respect. Did I mention that he’s unbelievably fucking sexy?

Oh, Chad Ochocinco. I love everything I’ve seen of you so far, and I assume I’ll like the parts I haven’t seen even better. Can we go on a date soon please? Can we go on a date in your bedroom? You can pick me up at 7. Pick me up and do anything you want with me.

I love you.

Eat out your heart out, Jennifer Aniston.

Jolie’s been stumping a lot for her latest movie, Salt, and was recently photographed for Vanity Fair, who exposed the actress’s newest ink — a script tattoo on her inner thigh. MTV news recently interviewed the star and asked her outright what the deal was with the new tattoo:

“Um, it’s for Brad,” Jolie demurred with a smile.

What does it say? I don’t know. I think it’s in a different language, the photo’s really blurry, and it’s in an unfortunate font.

But I’m all for it! I love tattoos, and Jolie’s got some pretty sweet ones. My most recent one is on my back, and that was a script tattoo as well. Plus, it’s in French. I can say, I’m with Angelina when she says that she likes to keep her tats private, and if that means by inking them in a language that’s not native to the area in which you reside, so be it. I dig it, I did it, I condone it.

(Oh, and the tattoo probably says something along the lines of, “You better enjoy yourself when you’re down here, Brad, or I’ll cut your balls off with a rusty watering can.”)