Thank you to everyone who participated in the informal have you been ostracized? poll. The results were interesting. More “in the closets” than I expected, and as I read the words, “just keep my mouth shut,” I became rather angry that my fellow Big Hollywood readers feel bullied in the workplace. Because that is what it is: bullying. When a human being fears that he may lose his job if he has the wrong thoughts, he is being bullied. Period. It doesn’t matter if the taunts are in your face or hovering unannounced in the air, only a bully uses his size and power to intimidate others into toeing the line.

Several of you indicated that you have lost your job, left your career or been blacklisted, which is even more disheartening.

Graphic designers and people in advertising, according to the comments, feel compelled to keep a very low profile. It makes sense, because this is an industry where the work must be commissioned. In order to stay employed, the artist needs to stay in the good graces of the powers that be.

The film industry, as we all might have predicted, is one of the meanest, according to those who participated in the poll. The hatred is vehement, and many conservatives feel thoroughly gagged for fear of being ostracized. The bully factor, at times, feels amplified tenfold compared to other industries. Nevertheless, as the individual gains some seniority in the business and experiences success, he or she is far less likely to just sit back and listen. This is comforting news, and as I sorted through the results, I found another inspirational trend.

The more opportunity for independence – self publishing and indie films, for example – the more likely the artist feels free to express himself openly. In fact, self-published authors seem to sing with a sense of unadulterated freedom, knowing that they will never have to bite their tongues again.

THAT is the freedom we need to seek. The more conservative voices that spring up in the entertainment industry, the more ground we will reclaim from those who push a socialist, anti-American, class war agenda. We may yet win this battle for hearts and minds in favor of free markets and individualism. So let’s support one another in a mission to let our voices be heard!

As bass player Nathan Ballein wrote in the comments, “I’ve been outspoken ever since I realized that while getting fired for my political beliefs is a drag, the peace of mind is way worth it.”

I thought that perhaps it would be an interesting project to take an informal poll of Big Hollywood readers – conservatives, libertarians, and individuals who subscribe to other improper schools of thought – who work in the entertainment industry and feel out of sorts. We should keep it simple, so let’s start with something like this:

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Industry: Publishing

Position: Author

Status: Just keep my mouth shut

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Industry: Music

Position: Mixer

Status: Out of the closet and out of work

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Industry: Art

Position: Sculptor

Status: Lost some friends, but feeling empowered

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Please post in the comments section. I am especially curious about the percentage of people who feel they have no choice but to hide their political beliefs for professional reasons. If you want to email me a brief explanation, please put “Big Hollywood Poll” in the subject line and keep it as short and simple as possible. I have no idea what’s behind the floodgates that I’m prying open, so be patient with me.

Let the confessions begin!

At some point the conversation turned even more personal. “I feel comfortable with you guys,” said one, as he proceeded to tell us his coming out story. It was a fascinating and heartfelt account of a teenager who was dating a classmate, only to find himself attracted to her brother. The other, inspired by his colleague, also began spilling the beans on his very recent coming out. His was a relatively late confession for a gay man in his late 20s living in Los Angeles. Both accounts were different in many ways but carried a common theme – fear of judgment. Each had worried about how those around them would react to their admission. One had even lived among some who outwardly expressed, in vulgar terms, their vehement disgust for the gay lifestyle – an intimidating environment for anyone that has yet to publicly divulge their sexuality. The fear of losing friends and alienating family members was at times crippling, they both conveyed. There was a constant concern of whether those around them would shun, or embrace, who they were.

It wasn’t the first time I’d heard a coming out story, but this time something was different – their experience felt a lot like mine.

If you have a right-of-center worldview and live in Hollywood, you can understand what I’m saying. Coming to the realization that you don’t think the same, politically, as most of the people around you was a truth I came to just recently. When you first recognize this fact, one learns pretty quickly to tread lightly when the topic of politics is broached. There is nothing so telling as the look on the face of a liberal-minded Angelino as they first learn that you are from that other camp. That glazed look is unmistakable. At best, they are guarded when they speak to you next. At worst, they spread the word to those on their team, dinner schedules no longer show availability, and calls are no longer returned. It’s a soft bigotry that you have to experience to fully comprehend.

The ubiquity of intolerance to right-wingers can be felt in almost every influential enclave of Los Angeles. I’ve experienced it thoroughly in the short time that I’ve come out as a libertarian-leaning conservative. In one incident, I was attending a parent assembly for my daughter’s first school. Given that it was the initial gathering of the year, it was a full house and many of the new parents were excited, including my wife and I, to enter a new community of families. What would the teachers and parents be like? How could we get involved in the school? What new friends would come into our lives? It was an exhilarating time to say the least.

At the assembly, the school director stood at the lectern and cheerfully announced the demographics of the parents – the number of families of multi-racial origin, Hispanic origin, Black families, and same-sex households. The place was dripping with pride, clapping with approval for each statistic. But nothing received applause more loudly than the absence of diversity in a particular domain. “One area that we lack diversity is political affiliation,” claimed the school director. The crowd of parents cheered as if their child had just scored the winning goal in the World Cup Finals. A few parents even gave a standing ovation to add an exclamation mark. No one had to say which political affiliation was lacking – everyone knew. It was an intimidating moment for my wife and I. We were just two parents trying to find a safe and comfortable learning environment for our little girl – in a city with few good school options. I looked at my wife with, no doubt, a hint of despair in my eyes. Adding irony to the situation was that the blind bias was being celebrated in front of the school director, an openly gay man, and was expressed by parents that were purposely avoiding the liberal-controlled public school system by enrolling their children in a private school.

The environment would eventually lead to us pulling our daughter from their program.

On another occasion, the sentiment toward right-wingedness was a bit more direct. In route to an afternoon birthday party, breaking news hit the radio airwaves. A congresswoman had been shot in the head and reports were unclear as to whether she was still alive. It was Representative Gabrielle Giffords of Arizona, and I knew her to be a Democrat.

As we arrived at the party, small talk ensued. Not knowing the attendees well, I reverted to the news of the moment to spark conversation.

“Did you hear about the Arizona congresswoman,” I asked a reality TV producer I’d become nominally acquainted with.

“No. What happened,” he asked.

“Well, apparently she was shot point blank in the head.”

“Was she a Republican,” he inquired.

“No. It was Giffords. She’s a Democrat,” I replied.

“That’s too bad. It would have been nice to have one less Republican in the world,” he said with no hint of compassion for the victim in his voice. Deer caught in headlights was surely a good description of my expression.

Each of these events made me think back to that tasting I had just a few months earlier, and how similar my world was to those two gay men. Being caught in an environment where most of the people around you don’t think like you do, and some thoughtlessly despising your kind, is not a fun place to visit let alone live. Ever present is the concern that people you’ve grown to like won’t return that feeling if they learn about a particular facet of your life. The worry that even your loved ones could be affected if the community’s decision makers don’t approve of who you are is a constant backdrop.

As I witnessed the reaction at both the parent assembly and afternoon birthday party, I was completely taken aback at the unabashed bigotry displayed by each. They couldn’t have felt more comfortable expressing it. How would my beliefs affect my daughter if I were outed or if just one industrious parent Googled my name? I can clearly remember the feeling that I had at the appetizer tasting as the two gay gentlemen told me about their early fear of being discovered – and as I sat there, at that very moment, I was experiencing the same exact fear they were describing. “What if they move on to a discussion of politics – how will they react,” I thought. Would I have to start the conversation by quickly admitting that I’m for gay marriage? Would they even hear me when I recite the fact that the repeal of Don’t Ask Don’t Tell, the legal action against the California ban on same-sex matrimony, and the passage of New York City’s gay marriage law all include prominent Republicans leading the way. Would I be brave enough to say that I didn’t think thoughtful social conservatives were “homophobes” because of their opposition to these efforts?

As I sat there through the tasting – inhaling chicken skewers, guzzling down Pinot Grigio, and listening to their coming out stories – the topic of politics never materialized. But one revelation did – Hollywood conservatives and the gay community are more alike than they may care to admit. Hopefully, someday soon, both groups recognize this very poignant fact.

In a six-month period, while reading novels for my book club, I encountered three instances of an author making some cozy reference to Karl Marx – Marx at the graveyard, Marx on the bookshelf, and fond memories of reading Marx on a carefree summer day.

If one of the characters had been a rabid history professor on a rant, or perhaps a teenage ideologue on a mission to destroy capitalism, then references to Karl Marx would have fleshed out the character and enhanced the story. But no such characters appeared in the three vastly different novels. The Marx references were superfluous. Those brief allusions, dangling mid-paragraph like a turkey’s wattle, seemed more like words meant to appease someone, perhaps to reassure the publisher that the author embraced the correct thoughts.

The prevalence of (what I think is misleadingly called) a progressive ideology within the publishing industry is no secret, but I was not fully aware of the scope and the depth of it until I slipped past a checkpoint and entered the exclusive community.

When a small publisher picked up my mystery novel in 2008, political harmony seemed irrelevant. Shortly after signing the contract, I attended a writers conference in New York and there my naive assumptions met their demise. At a cocktail party, an author made a scathing remark about a conservative politician and everyone clapped and cheered. I didn’t clap, and as I looked around I realized that I was the only one.

Needless to say, I yearned to return to my rugged-Wild-West, once-libertarian-leaning state of Colorado. I joined a female author’s group and presumed we would discuss books. Much to my surprise everyone arrived wearing Obama t-shirts and buttons, and the first words spoken were, “How about them crazy Republicans?”

In the groupthink discussion that followed no one debated, hoping to convert the unfaithful. They just carried on with the arrogant assumption that there was no possibility anyone present might disagree. Stunned into silence, I made no effort to dispel their misconceptions. In all honesty, I was a coward.

That day was a turning point in my writing career. Right then I knew that I would atone for my cowardice by writing about individualism and the American Dream. I would drive a stake through the heart of socialism and, via some unforeseen miracle, my words would make their way into print. If I had experienced a moment of sanity, I would have recognized the futility of the exercise. Deep down I knew that including a line about government thugs “executing people Che Guevara style” pretty much guaranteed a rejection letter, but for some reason that knowledge did not deter endless rounds of editing and late nights pouring over history books.

And then the miracle arrived.

Over a year ago, self-publishing was the mark of shame. As ebooks and POD technology made the journey to self-publishing easier, the stigma became more pronounced; its opponents declaring that only desperate, untalented authors would chose to wear the scarlet SP. But as authors discovered the power of self-publishing, the idea gained credibility on an exponential scale – from pathetic and unprofessional to savvy and practical in a matter of months. Thus self-publishing joins the ranks of the once-dreaded ebook, a force to be reckoned with. Try as it may, the traditional publishing industry cannot hold back the tide of progress. Ironic.

I approached the possibility of self-publishing with much hesitation, imagining I would find an enclave of amateurs determined to flood the world with weak novels and sloppy manuscripts. What I found instead was a community of individuals committed to creating quality writing and professionally formatted books. The peer pressure within the community tames the occasional impatient author, reducing the number of books destined for the trash heap.

Self-publishing is no cakewalk. In addition to mastering the craft of writing and editing, a self-published author must learn ebook formatting and the art of producing a print-ready PDF. Many hire professional editors and cover designers. Nothing happens overnight.

During one of my particularly frustrating evenings ironing out an HTML document, I thought about Gutenberg. Then I imagined Martin Luther and his opponents exchanging saucy polemics, printed in bulk and eagerly devoured by the public. The printing press was the first champion of freedom of information. It is a shame that over the years it has been confiscated and locked away, guarded by those who are obsessed with controlling what people are allowed to read.

Nevertheless, potential authors, be reassured. If you wish to write a critical review of current policies, keep writing. Novelists, if your main character is locked in the Hohenschönhausen, have no fear. You can free him. The Berlin Wall that once existed between the world of publishing and the author is crumbling. Its gatekeepers are confused and wandering aimlessly.

With a huge commitment and a little courage, you can topple that Wall.

THR:

E! Entertainment talk show host and comedian, Chelsea Handler, may have a problem on her hands after making several jokes about Dancing with the Stars competitor Chaz Bono on her show, Chelsea Lately, Tuesday night. The Gay & Lesbian Alliance Against Defamation (GLAAD) issued a request for Chandler’s apology on Wednesday.

“Last night’s episode of Chelsea Lately repeatedly made a mockery of Chaz Bono’s transgender identity when discussing the transgender advocate’s upcoming appearance on Dancing With the Stars,” writes GLAAD’s Associate Director of Entertainment Media, Matt Kane.

Kane points out that the “transphobic humor” started in Handler’s opening remarks and continued later in the show with her roundtable comedians, Fortune Feimster, Bill Bellamy, and Jo Koy.

“The Dancing with the Stars cast has been announced,” Handler joked in her opening remarks. “It includes Chaz Bono, otherwise known as Chastity Bono [laughs] before she got her penis [laughs].”

GLAAD asks that Handler issue an apology and invite Bono or another transgender celebrity to the show, so that her fans can have “the chance to get to know them beyond a few hurtful punch-lines.”

To quote a failed president, let me be clear: GLAAD has every right to do what they do and that’s to attack and label every “gay” joke as bullying or hate speech. This is a free country. But that doesn’t make them right. Furthermore, GLAAD is crossing a line, in my opinion, because they’re going well beyond responding to and/or criticizing the speech they oppose — they are trying to STOP the speech they oppose.

Big Hollywood (and I personally) have spent thousands of words responding to comedians and so-called satirists like Jon Stewart, but that’s part of recognizing their impact on our political world and fighting back. That’s part of being in the arena and engaging in the debate. 

GLAAD, however, calls on things to be “removed,” approves of “re-education” tours, and demands apologies – which is just a passive-aggressive method of re-educating someone into speaking in the way GLAAD wants them to speak. 

Unfortunately, too much of our hyper-PC Hollywood plays along and gives these witch hunters the power and authority they crave.

Tracy Morgan went on that apology tour to save his career, which is no different than naming-names to save your career. What GLAAD is doing today is no different than the political blacklist of the 1950s.

Well, there is one difference. No one in Hollywood has the moral courage to openly fight back.

In 1985, I had my first writing success in the Northwest Pacific Writers’ Conference Ferry Tales contest. They wanted a story as relates to ferries, the major source of transportation between Seattle and ports all over the San Juan de Fuca Straits, so I gave them one: “The Midnight Shuttle,” the story of a man who gets wicked heartburn and decides to get some fresh air on the last ferry ride out of Bremerton, Washington, only to discover he had died and was on Acheron, the mythic ferry to Hell. I was neck-deep in dark stuff at the time, and I wanted to share the dread. Writers and Christopher Nolan will understand.

That story took second place, and Heloise was slated to hand me my award at a dinner in Tacoma. That is, until I committed my one and only DUI in celebration of my victory and spent the weekend in county jail instead. Such are the ups and downs of life as a writer. In 1998 I decided to pursue a career in screenwriting. In 2004 my first script, Ludwig the Great, a Pythonesque twist on the life of King Ludwig II, garnered a number of prestigious award noms and an invite to a red carpet awards gala at the WGA Theater in Beverly Hills. I met stars like Andy Garcia, comedic genius Barry W. Blaustein (a personal hero and inspiration of mine), and did I say there was an open bar? What more could an aspiring alcoholic hack scribe ask for?

I must say I traveled to the event with both great excitement and great trepidation. I was concerned that politics would come up. Not being one to hold my tongue, and possessed of a very low bullshit threshold, would I say something that would sink my career before it even started? To my great relief, politics never came up once. To all the professional and aspiring writers, actors, directors and producers attending the event, it was all about The Dream and the Next Great Project. This was the real blue collar Hollywood, I told myself. I assumed from that point on that since both the MSM and some major stars were left-wing, that the squeaky left wheels got all the press grease and to forget about it.

So I did. And as always, I kept my politics separate from my work. All I wanted to do was tell great stories. In that respect, I am still that same ten-year-old punk kid looking for trouble, only on the page instead of the streets. In October 2008 I began work on what I thought would be my best and most marketable project yet: “One Night at the Oscars,” a Marx Brothers-like screwball romantic comedy that introduces comedic chaos and anarchy into the most structured and controlled event on earth. In the end, I meant Oscars to be a loving tribute to Hollywood and the Academy Awards. Or at least the golden ideal, of which you speak a whisper and it’s gone.

In all that time I blew off Hollywood politics. To quote comedy god Mel Brooks, “Without Jews, fags and gypsies there is no theater!” They tend not to be conservative in thought or deed. Nature of the beast. So what? I grew up a stone’s throw from Harvard U. What do you think I haven’t seen? I hold no animosity toward any person until I’m given reason to. Then, in late February 2009 I was given nuclear-level reason with the Team Oscar trip to Iran, and not five days after the four-hour infomercial Oscars opposing Prop 8. The backstory. I had always opposed the fascist Islamist extremist regime in Iran since it was first spawned from Hell in 1979, but began blogging on Iran in 2008 after some atrocious human rights horror stories made the news.

I became online friends at that time with activist Arsham Parsi of the Iranian Railroad for Queer Refugees, a Toronto-based NGO that helps LGBTs flee Iran or keep them from being deported back to certain death in Iran. I helped him with documents in English for his many refugee cases, and in every way I could. Why Team Oscar patronized a regime that conducts the most barbaric anti-gay pogrom in the world does not matter now. I could not be silent. I spoke my mind and my conscience is clear. If I never sell a script in Hollywood because of my many rants against such idiocy, so be it. I can live with never eating lunch in that town again. Hell, I have a Miss Canada and Miss Europe among my Iranian Facebook friends through my HR and anti-regime campaigning. I can live with that.

But IF I write a great script that is worthy of being made into a successful film which tells a great story millions will love and will make boffo box office, and I am denied work because of my strong opinions, who loses out in the end? Like I said, I care only for my co-writer and all the other creative film artists in Hollywood who do great work but stand to be shut out because of our political beliefs. What was McCarthyism again? And why is it okay for lefties and liberals to do it when Tailgunner Joe and Citizen Cohn are still reviled in Tinseltown for doing the same? I don’t ask for special treatment for my work. All I ask is the same shot every other screenwriter in town gets on the merits of their writing.

Hate me? Fine. Despise me to Hell? Great! See you there. Want to see me die screaming of rectal cancer? Come watch me in the oncology ward! Want to piss on my grave? I’ll buy the Colt 45 you can load up on, because that’s the kind of guy I am. But separate my work from my person. If I or anyone else writes a screenplay worthy of option, sale, production and release, does it really matter who writes it? Apply Mel Brooks’ famous axiom: “Great script! Thanks a lot, kid! Now get the fuck off the set!” I am not the judge of how worthy my scripts are. That is for industry professionals to decide.

But this is America, not Soviet Russia. The merits and talent of writers and other creative film artists should decide what work sells and what doesn’t, not petty tyrant political commissar gatekeepers who decide which writers work or don’t based not on the quality of their writing but their politics. Should Picasso’s Guernica never hang in a museum because he had bad things to say about the curators? Should Dylan Thomas’s poetry never be read because he may have slammed the poets of his day as morons? Should Hollywood iconoclast Harlan Ellison’s work never see the celluloid light of day because he tore the film industry new ones in his Glass Teat books? If all that happened, who would lose?

The simple answer is, all of us. I and my co-writer believe “One Night at the Oscars,” which we have just wrapped and registered with the WGA after three years and over a hundred hair-pulling rewrites, is a fresh, original, and crazy high concept, low budget, four quadrant kitchen sink screwball romantic comedy that uplifts even Academy members I have slammed in the past. Not to suck up or kiss ass to garner favor but because that’s how the story was always meant to be, and long before I went nuclear over Team Oscar’s Iran trip. See, I don’t ever let politics infect my work. Food for thought.

Should I find that that my work will never sell in Hollywood ever because of my blogging here and elsewhere, and no matter how good the storytelling and writing, so be it. I will retire to short story and novel writing, under a pen name if necessary if the publishing industry is as bad. But if any of those short story or novels achieve great success and film industry attention in the future, I’ll be damned if I ever sell the film rights to Hollywood while I live and breathe! That may sound bitter and petty, and would rob fans of being able to see a story they love on film, but what is it we were talking about here again?

Break a leg, all!

Separately, Di Bona has been trying to convince Hollywood that the only reason he allowed Shapiro to interview him was because he was purposely misled.

Di Bona told Daily Variety that Shapiro “misrepresented the nature of that interview and subject matter of his book.”

Shapiro responded by sharing a partial transcript from the interview, where he tells Di Bona the book is about “the social content of television.”

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Di Bona is one of several Hollywood executives Shapiro interviewed, and he is using video snippets of those encounters to promote the book, subtitled “The true Hollywood story of how the left took over your TV.”

In one video featuring Di Bona he confirms the anti-gun messages that were routinely inserted into episodes of MacGyver, a show he produced two decades ago, and in another [see above] he opines on the lack of conservatives working in Hollywood and adds: “I’m happy about it.” Those videos, along with others featuring different TV executives, were revealed by The Hollywood Reporter on Wednesday.

Contacted late Thursday, Di Bona sought to clarify things he said during his interview with Shapiro.

“If in any way it was construed that I supported quashing another point of view, in any way or fashion, this is not the spirit of the statement,” he told The Hollywood Reporter. “It was a reflection on a statement that many of Hollywood producers and directors support a liberal point of view. The freedom of speech and the ability to air one’s opinion is the most precious thing we have in our society. I believe in my point of view but not to the detriment of freedom of speech.”

Full piece here.

This one goes out to New Blacklist-denier Patrick Goldstein of the L.A. Times….

PopEater:

Known around left-leaning Hollywood for her conservative stances on weighty issues like abortion and stem cells, ‘Everybody Loves Raymond’ star Patricia Heaton is happy to explain how important her Christian faith is to her and how it shapes her views and career choices. …

Telling me that she has many gay friends and doesn’t oppose gay marriage, Patricia gets frustrated being automatically lumped together with other conservatives, a characterization she says has cost her possible work.

“We know for a fact there are some people who have said they wouldn’t want to work with us because of our politics,” she said, with her husband David Hunt adding, “We get lumped in with lunatics.”

Who but the worst kind of ideological bigot wouldn’t want to work with Patricia Heaton, one of the most talented actresses to ever star in a sitcom? If an iconic Emmy winner is losing work over her perfectly reasonable right-of-center political positions, what’s life like for those just trying to break in or the 99.7% who live hand-to-mouth in this business of show.

To fully appreciate the absurdity of this, you have to flip the situation on its head. A Hollywood conservative in a position to hire who blacklisted Alec Baldwin would obviously be wrong but also crazy. In the right role, you can’t do any better than Alec Baldwin and you owe it to your project to hire the very best. Same with Patricia Heaton.

And yet….

Our friends at NewsBusters have more.

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Was questioning George W. Bush’s intelligence racist — a phony narrative Letterman himself relentlessly pushed?

Was digging into Bush’s National Guard records three-years into his presidency racist and off-limits?

Letterman knows Trump is no racist, he’s just trying to chill the billionaire into silence and at the same time send a ‘dog-whistle’ to his showbiz pals to follow suit. They all watched Obama’s poll numbers drop as Trump went after their precious one, and now they’re hurling around the word “racist” just as readily as McCarthy hurled “communist” in order to shut Trump up and shut him down. 

This is nothing more than a variation of the showbiz blacklist of the 1950s; the creation of a phony charge in order to intimidate into silence and marginalize a political opponent.   

Just as there are Birthers, there are now Racers — people obsessed with race and using the race card as a political weapon.

2012 is already getting ugly and we’re not even halfway through 2011.

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You have to love how matter-of-fact the above discussion is. Short version: ”Yeah, the miniseries is fair and so we now know for a fact that Joel Surnow’s $30 million project was discriminated against because of his personal politics.”

Switch out the word “conservative” with Islam, gay, Black, female, Leftist or whatever and tell me how la-dee-da everyone would be about it. Of course they wouldn’t be — nor should they be.  But because everyone already knows how things operate for conservatives in Hollywood and either agree with the discrimination or are used to it, no one cares.

There’s also a bigger play at work here, the same play we saw in the fury ginned up by the Left prior to the release of the “Passion of the Christ.”  With the help of the mainstream and entertainment media, the idea is to make conservatives who engage in the culture so freakin’ miserable it scares others away who might consider doing the same thing. By so toxifying the atmosphere whenever a conservative encroaches on to their totalitarian hold on the culture, it effectively says to others, it’s not worth it — don’t do it.

Furthermore, even though cinema Leftists are currently in the process of filming critical bios of Margaret Thatcher and Dick Cheney, along with the HBO movie based on the book “Game Change” — a mostly un-sourced attack on Sarah Palin, the message to Hollywood’s rare conservative is also wildly hypocritical: We can go after your sacred cows all day long, but don’t you dare come after ours.

Surnow hangs in there, though. After “24″ he did the conservative news parody “The Half Hour News Hour” and then jumped right into the hotbed of “The Kennedys.” I have a lot of admiration for those who work in this business openly like that. The business of show is tough enough without also taking on the burden of being a “Nazi.” They deserve our support.

“The Kennedys” airs tonight on the Reelz Channel.