Another day, another Hollywood actor denigrating America, God, or, in this case, the troops. Sure, when Rupert Everett said the following, he was talking about British troops, not Americans, but the point is the same,

"In Burton's day they were itching to get into the fray. Now it is the opposite. They are always whining about the dangers of being killed. Oh my God, they are such wimps now!

"The whole point of being in the Army is wanting to get killed, wanting to test yourself to the limits. Now you have to fly 15,000ft above the war zone to avoid getting hit. I don't think there is any point in having wars if that's how you're going to behave. It's pathetic. All this whining!"

He went on to say: "The whole point of being in the Army is going to war and getting yourself blown up. That and p---ing on prisoners. Yet we all get shocked by Abu Ghraib."

You've got to love the "manly man" actor insulting the troops that have been spilling their blood, sweat, and tears in the sands of Iraq. But, what do those peons know about suffering? I mean Ralph Everett's catered lunch probably started late 2 or 3 times while he was on set and once, the air conditioning even broke! Oh, it probably got so, so hot under those lights! But, you didn't hear "Ole Blood and Guts" Ralph Everett complaining like those "wimps" in Iraq, did you?

PS #1: Yes, I know Everett apologized, but it's obviously because he's worried this will hurt the sales of his new film, The Victorian Sex Explorer, not because he didn't mean what he said.

PS #2: You think this guy's comments are out of the ordinary for liberals or do you think that the average lib has no admiration or appreciation for the troops and this guy just said what they're thinking? I think it's the latter.

PS #3: My favorite part of Everett's whole rant was this...

"The whole point of being in the Army is wanting to get killed..."

Well, George Patton once said that,

"No b*stard ever won a war by dying for his country. He won it by making the other poor dumb b*stard die for his country."

If only Patton were around today so that Rupert Everett could set him straight on the whole concept. I wouldn't pay a plugged nickel to watch Everett's new film, but I would pay plenty to watch the two of them having a conversation about this subject.