Thomas Seymour lived during the time of King Henry VIII, executed for treason trying to kidnap King Edward, Henry’s son and successor. But the other thing Tom was famous for was his inappropriate canoodling, especially with Henry’s 13 year-old daughter, who would become, Queen Elizabeth I.
I’ve been following the Harvey Weinstein case like a pretty bad mini series, waiting for his axe to fall.
I don’t claim to be the Jean Dixon of WordPress, but do think he’s going under since, there’s so much evidence against him, despite the trickeries of his lavish legal team.
Bill Cosby, who was already convicted of his hide-the-salami predilections, ironically a Woody Allen line, and facing sentencing in September, I think will be placed under eternal house arrest being in his 80s and legally blind.
But back to Harvey, whose face alone tells you he was the Bluebeard of producers, taking what he wanted while the throng of women finally, as a group, were bravely able to take him to task.
I can’t help feeling sorry for his kids, and all the kids having to carry the sins of their fathers, like Fox’s Roger Ailes’s son who was bullied in school for his dad’s public sexual indiscretions.
You have to wonder why these men, before they pounce with their flies open, don’t run the whole tape.
The hubris of feeling, I’ll never get caught plus the rules don’t apply to me, will never cease to amaze me, the Pollyanna that I am.
Thomas Seymour screamed and swore as they dragged him to the scaffold on Tower Hill. Wonder how Harvey’s going to take it when they permanently cuff him and make him exchange his Armani blazer for that polyester orange jumpsuit?
Just a hunch.