Really Kelsey. You’re testing everyone’s patience a deal too far. You’re seriously embarrassing yourself.
We all laughed at first when Arnie said he’d like to run for governor of California. But in the back of people’s minds there was, actually, always the idea that Schwarzenegger was a tough guy, a self-made businessman, an immigrant to America who’d succeeded despite all the odds, a former Mr Universe, a star of the silver screen, a strong character and strong man, a handsome man – and a man who’d married into the Kennedy dynasty. Arnie was The Terminator.
Subsequently, he realised his political ambition. Arnie ran for office, was elected and served as Governor/Governator. Twice.
But Kelsey, you’re nothing like Arnie and you never will be. None of the factors that worked for Arnie could ever work for you. You’re seriously soiled goods and when Arnie ran for office, he wasn’t. The scandal of his life only burst into public view after his term as governor was over. Schwarzenegger’s tawdry affair with his housekeeper, the secret of his lovechild son, the deceit and betrayal, the pain he caused his wife and kids, the divorce from Maria Shriver…that all unfolded after Arnie left office.
You, Kelsey, are a very different case.
Consider your history. You’ve earnt money and fame playing a pompous Seattle psychiatrist on television. You’re a talented TV actor with a gift for comedy. You’ve also been married 4 times. You created two families, to date, and walked away from them both. Your most recent amorous escapade indicates that you’re experiencing a florid male midlife crisis with all the hopeless lack of wisdom and judgement that goes with it.
You left your second wife and started a family with Camille. While your son and daughter were still tiny, you took a flight one day and fell in love with a British air stewardess. Without stopping to think, you left Camille and your little son and daughter and splashed your love – AKA lust – all over the press with wild declarations of amour for your new lover, Ms Kayte Walsh.
Not content with shouting your ‘love’ from the virtual mountaintops, you impregnated Ms Walsh and declared yourself happy to be starting yet another family. Who knows what Walsh had in mind, allowing herself to get pregnant by a married man with two little kids at home, but whatever her motives may have been they didn’t put you off her. She miscarried that pregnancy and you blithely announced that you’d proposed to her and would marry her as soon as your divorce from Camille came through. Never mind the wife to whom you’d already made vows. Or the wives who came before her. Or the little children who needed their dad at home.
All that mattered to Kelsey Grammer was gratifying the whims and desires of….Kelsey Grammer.
Your next freaky move – after getting round to divorcing the mother of your 2 kids and marrying Ms Walsh whom you hardly knew – was to file for custody of….one of your children.
Now – there’s weird behaviour and weird behaviour. In Hollywood and TV land there’s sometimes exceptionally weird behaviour. But, Kelsey, one really has to ask – looking at your recent behaviour and in particular your desire to whisk your small son away from his mom, sister, home, school, and little friends – what in the hell were you thinking?
What parent – father or mother – in anything remotely like their right mind, would propose separating two siblings and pulling their son out of school and away from his mother and friends and home in California and dragging him off alone, to New York?
Mister – if you don’t know what’s wrong with that scenario, you need to go and find a shrink like Frasier and pay him a few thousand dollars to tell you.
OK. You’ll reply that someone already told you this idea was open-throated-barking-at-the-moon mad. You’ve re-filed for custody of both your small kids. Well, hell, Kelsey – you just still don’t get it.
The point I’m making, and it’s really not hard to make, is that any half-way sane or wise person, in America or anywhere else in the world, can see that you’re having an extended and serious male midlife crisis. You start one thing – a marriage, a relationship, a pregnancy, a family – and your focus moves right along to something else. You pledge one thing – Till Death Us Do Part, for example – and you break your pledge as soon as some other thing comes along to distract you.
Male midlife crisis entails a serious identity crisis and huge instability. It can last for years. It brings failure of judgement, a huge obsession with libido and having sex, a sense of entitlement to have whatever you want and a near-total disregard for the feelings and pain of others. Even the feelings and pain of little kids who need daddy to stay at home and provide love and security.
So when you say you’re thinking of running for Mayor of New York….please – don’t make us laugh!
You’re at a stage in life where you’re seriously mixed up and very self-centred. Your judgement is shot and your credibility is nil. You’re in Mel Gibson territory where the love object of today can become the legal adversary of tomorrow. You’re in meltdown Kelsey and in no position to run for a bus, let alone Mayor of New York.
The very fact that you’ve revealed you imagine you could be Mayor of New York tells people all they need to know about your disconnect from reality. You might as well declare your intention to run for the presidency.
Kelsey – you’re in mental and emotional trouble and you can’t see it yet. That’s because you’re currently in the fog of male midlife crisis. But you will see it. And then you’ll realise, like everyone else observing your crazy behaviour, that the very last thing you’re capable of is wielding power wisely over the lives of others.
You can’t govern your own life wisely while you’re in midlife crisis Kelsey. So please don’t fantasise about governing New York.