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Grip suggested, refused

Vincent D'Onofrio is in the hospital again.

But he fainted again late Monday at his New York home and returned to the hospital for further observation and testing, series spokeswoman Pam Ruben Golum said.

Initial tests did not reveal any health problems, she said.

Yeah, probably because they still don't have examinations that can test for Crazy.

More on D'Onofrio's post-election breakdown at the HQ.

Let-me-lend-a-constructive-suggestion update: Maybe Vince should get in touch with these guys. I mean, he probably needs to get some professional help at this point.

On a serious note, it's sad that an actor as talented as Vincent D'Onofrio has been so negatively affected by an election. I've touched on it before: the moonbat wing of the Democratic party have dialed up the rhetoric so high that this one little election was almost a matter of life and death for some people.

Which leads me to constructive suggestion #2: Let's all chill out a bit the next time around, eh? If we don't sell every subsequent election as the Ultimate Apocalyse Showdown, maybe we'll all take ourselves less seriously and we can all go back to acting, or singing (and overacting), or being funny (and I mean actually funny, and not this heavy-handed in-joke-type sarcastic condescension that these ex-comedians are doing so much these days), or whatever the hell it is we do. You know, without having a meltdown every first Wednesday of every fourth November.

Come to think of it though: I didn't think Al Franken and Janeane Garofalo were that funny to begin with. Except for that one Weekend Update commentary piece Franken did — "Science has so many unanswered questions. Such as, just how close can we send a man to the sun without burning alive? ... I say: Let's find out." Paraphrasing.

Correction: Or was it A. Whitney Brown? Memories of the late eighties aren't too clear.

Posted by Matt at November 17, 2004 9:55 AM