Montana Fishburne-another positive role model for young black women to emulate...

Lawrence Fishburne's daughter Montana has decided to become a porn star and has already shot two films that I know of. When I saw her youtube video hanging out with a skinny, Don King afro-wearing hoodrat clown she called her boyfriend (an alleged pimp who is also trying to get into the business) and porno star/director Brian Pumper (he of the TT Boy line of erotic cinema fame) I could not believe it. This has been news for quite a while but only recently have the reports come across the desks of our home office here at "Busting Chops".


Female porn stars are very funny people. If you ever look up some of their biographies or read some of their interviews, they always make themselves out to be exotic, multi-talented people from diverse backgrounds who chose porn as a means of empowerment and self-expression. When I think of self-expression, I head to the Metropolitan Museum of Art for motivation, not to a porn set to get creampied, fucked in the ass until it's the size of a manhole cover and splashed with semen from multiple anonymous erections.



I'm not going to moralize about this woman's life choice (yes I am) but there is something very strange going on here. Beautiful, young black sisters with the opportunities this young lady had (past tense) don't need to degrade themselves like this. There are many women just like her who work dead-end jobs raising children by themselves who would never stoop to such depraved depths. So, the existential question to be asked here is, "What The Fuck Is This Stupid Bitch Doing?"


We don't know what type of relationship Lawrence had with his daughter growing up. Then again, there are many families grappling with this same problem-you raise a kid in a decent, loving environment and they still turn out to be assholes. Basically, child-rearing is a crapshoot, and you can only do the best you can. My guess is her home life could not have been a solid, healthy one for her to resort to this. She seems incredibly unstable and neurotic. One minute she's working with Brian Pumper (under the porn name "Chip-D") then she decides to sue him for releasing a porn video that was supposedly a warm-up for her debut with the Vivid Video adult film company.


In the last year, she's been arrested for domestic violence and "solicitation" (prostitution to you and me), did a stint in a 30-day drug rehab/anger management facility and has been been alleged to have been a prostitute ever since she met her slimeball boyfriend pictured above, who is allegedly her pimp and was the one who put her out in the street to sell that fat ass in the first place because he wanted to get paid.

Who the fuck knows. I'm pretty sure Lawrence isn't going to discuss this on Oprah Winfrey anytime soon. Before disowning her, he did offer his daughter one solid piece of advice-"you don't use your real name in porn". That's great, Larry. Absolutely awesome job there in helping guide her professional career as a serial public fornicator (not that there's anything wrong with that).


But Montana (who's vagina already, at the ripe old age of 19, eerily resembles a greasy hamburger and has some serious issues with boils all over her ass) stated that since this type of exposure was good for the career of Kim Kardashian, it should open the same doors for her. But Kim is a celubu-whore, famous for an amateur sex tape that was about as erotic as a visit to the dentist. She was terrible in that flick, as was her chimeric whorno-twin Paris Hilton in her video, aptly titled "One Night in Paris". These women exemplify the rotten underbelly of the American Dream, where no-talent losers feels it's their divine right to be famous without putting in work at anything except being on-camera whores and reality-show swine.


My darling Montana, I've always thought you were a cutie, with your ghetto 'round the way looks, and anticipate seeing you taking massive cock up your ass. But it saddens me that you have to resort to this type of behavior at a time when young black women are starving for positive role models, women who don't consider gagging on humongous moose dicks and smiling into the camera while gallons of cum drip all over their face a positive career move.

Pinky the porn star said it best-(I paraphrase-) "Montana Fishburne doing porn is like some trust-fund baby from the suburbs deciding he wants to go to the 'hood and stand on the corner selling $10 dollar bottles of crack". Exactly. This career move makes no fucking sense for Montana. Who knows, and it's why Montana can only be considered a mentally unstable, drug-addicted hoochie who was born a social misfit and sexual deviate. That is in her DNA and she will never change. Here's to you, Montana Fishburne-looking forward to your next flick in which hopefully you have those unsightly boils removed from our butt cheeks so I can watch you get DP'ed without being distracted or grossed the fuck out.

Film Recommendation of the Week...

An Education
Release date: October 30, 2009
Running time: 1 hour 35 minutes


Jenny Mellor a studious 16-year old British girl with dreams of going to Oxford, is casually but persuasively seduced by David Goldman, an older gentleman who shows her the world of fine restaurants, fine art and travel. He manages to even persuade her stuffy father to let her go off on weekends to Oxford and Paris.

Goldman is played with an effortless charm by American actor Peter Sarsgaard, who so casually persuades Jenny's parents to allow her to go out with him that one almost doesn't notice that this is a man that is used to getting what he wants regardless of the circumstances.


The first sign we get that things are not what they seem is on their first date, when it is revealed that David's friend's date is not the cultured woman of the world she appears to be. She certainly is dressed impeccably, but is in all reality a woman of very limited intellect, conspicuously yawning during the orchestras' performance and not understanding a word of French.

The next trip-up in this whirlwind romance is when they go to a house to steal a very expensive framed map from an old woman's house. Jenny becomes immediately distressed, but the charming David talks her back into the fold. The story carries on with the changes this relationship has on her life, with her parents and especially at school, where she is warned by some very stuffy teachers and administrators that she is throwing her life away.

Jenny, played by Carey Mulligan, is an absolutely wonderful actress. She makes the transformation from a schoolgirl dreaming of breaking free from her restrictive environment to a young woman of the world right before our very eyes almost effortlessly. Part of the charm of this film are the actors, and by that I mean their complexions. Sarsgaard and Mulligan are so fresh-faced and full of vitality that I thought I was watching a Noxema commercial (do they still sell that crap? I want my money back!!!). But they are also very talented, and watching them do their thing is a joy to behold.



Jenny comes to the typical working-class conclusion that there are no short-cuts in life, and that whatever dreams you may have you have to work for them and not sit around waiting for someone to come along and make them come true for you. We are privy here to some excellent acting by everyone in the cast; passionate yet understated performances in the way only the Brits can pull it off. It is quite a film, and one I recommend highly.

For all you zombie fans out there...

You must check out the new series from the AMC channel called...

The Walking Dead


This made-for-tv series is an adaptation of the graphic novel by Robert Kirkman of the same name. I've seen the first two episodes and it's excellent. In fact, it's gotten such rave reviews that it was picked up for a second season on the strength of it's initial popularity. Nothing like a good old fashioned zombie apocalypse to see us through the cold and miserable fall and winter months.

Everyone involved in this project is thoroughly invested in making it as genuine as possible. The producers/directors are working closely with the graphic novel's creator to make it authentic and true to his vision, which is quite rare in the film industry. The first year will be six episodes followed by thirteen second year . Kudos to AMC for having the foresight and belief in this project to see it through.

The scene takes place in the the greater Atlanta, Georgia area, where a police officer from a suburban town outside the city is initially hospitalized for wounds suffered in a shootout with some guys after a high-speed chase. He wakes up in the hospital and realizes that something has gone terribly wrong.

He has no communication with the outside world, which has turned into a nightmare landscape of the walking dead. Injured as he is, he attempts to go home and finds his wife and son are gone. He winds up in Atlanta trapped in an army tank while marauding herds of zombies feast on the horse he rode in on. He is saved with the guidance of a bunch of disparate characters holed up in the local department store. These people, thrown together from all walks of life, are attempting to navigate through what has become a chaotic new world order, one that offers no clues for survival and seemingly no way out.The rest I'll leave for you to watch.

Totally and completely awesome.

The Great Con(tador)...

Here are the facts-

Alberto Contador, winner of this year's Tour de France, was found with traces of clenbutarol in the anti-doping sample he gave on July 21st, the second rest day of the Tour. He was also found with a distressing amount of plasticizers in his system from a blood sample taken the day before.

The clenbutarol traces are so minute that there is absolutely no way he could have taken so little an amount on purpose. He is under the legal limit for a positive test to be pronounced on this lab finding by a country mile. The UCI issued a statement reporting that the concentration was 50 picograms per millilitre, and that this was 40 times below the minimum standards of detection capability required by WADA, the world anti-doping agency. Contador's scientific adviser claimed that he would have needed 180 times the amount detected to gain any benefit in his performance.

Plasticizers, though not a banned substance, are considered by many in the anti-doping to be indicative of the banned practice of blood doping, and a consequence of keeping blood to be transfused in those ubiquitous plastic bags.

This has the conspiracy theorists on both sides up in arms. There is no definitive "proof" that Contador blood doped, but there is enough circumstantial evidence for some to pronounce judgment that he indeed engaged in this practice during this year's Tour.


So Contador quickly and hastily set up a press conference to offer up the usual denial of doping, and claimed the clenbutarol came from a piece of meat that was brought over from Spain and eaten the evening before his positive test. Since the European Union banished this substance for use in the cattle industry, this excuse seems like a stretch.

Then we have the alleged magazine article by Belgian magazine "Humo" quoting an unidentified rider from the Astana team detailing the practice of blood doping in shocking detail. As someone who knows a bit about doping and performance-enhancing drug use, the details revealed in the article certainly seem plausible enough. I have no reason to doubt the veracity of the information. But there is a sticky matter of proving it, and for the sake of legitimacy the unnamed source must come forward for the world to see. Here is a quote from the online site "Velonation.com"-

"Belgian magazine "Humo" has published claims from an individual with the Astana team, who alleges that Alberto Contador used Clenbuterol after the Criterium du Dauphiné as part of a weight-loss treatment. The person, who spoke on condition of anonymity, claims that the Spaniard had blood extracted between that race and the Tour when, crucially, traces of the banned product were still in his system.

“He had a transfusion performance after the Dauphiné Libéré [Criterium du Dauphiné], and the blood still contained a little bit of clenbuterol from a just-finished slimming treatment,” Humo reported the insider as saying.

“In the Dauphiné Libéré, Contador was still a little overweight. Ordinary people do not see that, but there was still a pound or two to shed. Clenbuterol is used to get rid of the last kilos while, at the same time, to ensure that you do not lose muscle mass - or, in the best case, even gain a little extra muscle mass.”

The individual said that the substance is used in combination with the thyroid hormone T3 [Triiodothyronine], with both acting together to burn off fat."


I make no apologies for being a Contador fan. But I'm also a fan of Andy Schleck, the rider who would stand to profit the most from a Contador suspension. If Contador is indeed stripped of his 2010 Tour title, it will be Schleck who will take the crown as the current second place runner-up.

The decision cannot be dragged out for weeks and months.There has to be a speedy resolution to this whole drama for the sake of cycling, which has taken so many hard hits to its' credibility as of late. Unfortunately, there have been so many other residual issues brought to the surface that the conjecture will continue for the foreseeable future, or until the next big scandal pops up.

Here are some of the peripheral side issues that have become a major distraction-

1) The German lab that conducted the tests have machinery that can detect minute levels of clenbutarol the French labs cannot. In other words, if the sample in question was tested in France it would not have come up positive and we wouldn't be here dealing with this controversy.


2) The plasticizer controversy, though suspicious, is not a punishable offense because the test itself has not been officially approved by WADA. Here is an excerpt from a cyclingnews.com article which explains it in further detail-

WADA's scientific director Dr. Oliver Rabin spoke about the charges today, saying, "We can not be 100% sure it was a transfusion, other explanations are possible," for the residues in the sample.

The German laboratory which tested the Tour de France samples reportedly implemented a new test designed to detect autologous transfusions through the presence of chemicals which leech from plastic blood bags into the body during an infusion.

Autologous transfusions are difficult to detect through normal tests and the examination of blood passport values. A former manager to several riders, Stefan Matschiner, revealed this week that even small amounts of a rider's own blood would give a performance boost when re-infused during a Grand Tour.

Rabin said that the test for plasticizers can be used as an indication of possible doping, but said it is not yet validated. "To validate a drug test, it must be confirmed by scientific literature and groups of experts, and it must be usable in all [WADA-accredited] laboratories," he said. "Extensive research is underway involving populations of athletes and samples from the general population, but we can not predict their outcome."

3) UCI President "Fat" Pat McQuaid was questioned about the Contador positive before the news hit the press. He denied having any knowledge of it even though Contador was provisionally suspended pending further testing of the B sample. The public was not made aware of either the positive test result nor the suspension. This raised further questions like...

4) Since the news of the test result was apparently leaked, why would McQuaid deny it when initially confronted? Was there a brewing conspiracy to keep a lid on this information? Why the effort from the UCI to keep this incident from the general public?


What we are witnessing is a result of the Lance Armstrong chickens coming home to roost. The cronyism with the UCI, the bribes to make positive test results disappear, the preferential treatment, etc. It is all here. With a twist...

The UCI would put itself very much at risk if Contador were to be stripped of his Tour title. Yes, he could be suspended for a while, but Contador needs to be at the starting line at next year's Tour. He is one of only two, maybe three riders with a realistic chance of taking the title outright. He is too popular (yes, there is such a thing). He only has one other rival, and that is Andy Schleck. Without Contador, Schleck has no competition-you might as well hand him the 2011 Tour title right now. But more importantly...


Can the UCI really risk alienating a rider who knows where some of cycling's bodies are buried, especially at this time? This is a man who rode with Lance Armstrong on the same team, won most of his grand Tours with Armstrong's director sportif and, more importantly, utilized the same doctor as Armstrong. Cycling cannot afford another scandal at a time when Armstrong, the heaviest tree in the forest, is being investigated by the Federal Government of the United States for all types of fraud and organized team-wide doping when he was riding for the US Postal team.

There are many internet yahoos who are crying out for Contador's scalp, claiming that the clenbutarol and the plasticizers are enough to convince them of his guilt. These idiots never liked Contador because he had the audacity to beat Armstrong at his own game. When Lance gracelessly and without a hint of class came back in 2009 to attempt an 8th Tour title, he didn't count on the best rider in the world to challenge him. As we all know, the only way to beat a bully is to punch him right in the face, and Contador did exactly that in no uncertain terms.


The reality is Contador should get preferential treatment. As the best rider of his generation he deserves the benefit of the doubt. The controversy here isn't the positive test result, it's what is at stake. If he is striped of his Tour title and given a two-year ban, it's like leveling the same prison sentence for a person caught with 5 kilos of cocaine and another for getting caught with a marijuana joint in his pocket. It just doesn't make sense.

It's true that other riders have been banned two years for similarly inconsequential levels of clenbutarol in their system, but none of them are as important to cycling as this man. By banishing Contador, the UCI runs the risk of alienating him, and to reduce his sentence he may tell everything he knows and throw them ALL under the bus. He is not like Roberto Heras or Michael Rasmussen. Contador can do his time and come back without a hint of worry. As the best stage racer currently in the world, there will be enormous demand for his services, so he can snitch without too many repercussions.
But I highly doubt this is what Pat McQuaid has in mind as a solution to this very sticky situation. We shall see.

(Hey Alberto, maybe taking the bull by the horns isn't such a great idea after all...)

"Jersey Shore" jumps the shark...

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And the Heisman Trophy goes to...

...not this motherfucker.

Reggie Bush has managed to do something O.J. Simpson didn't accomplish, his efforts not withstanding. A great football player, an asshole deluxe, an unrepentant lover of white women, a murderer who got off on a technicality that still boggles the mind to this very day, arrested for stealing cable TV service in Florida and then finally sentenced to prison for pulling a heist in a hotel room of his own memorabilia, that is what I call a solid body of work. Yet not enough to get him stripped of his Heisman Trophy.

That honor goes to Reggie Bush of the New Orleans Saints. Getting paid in college is nothing new. Eric Dickerson received $10,000 in cash as a signing bonus to go attend SMU and held the keys to a new Pontiac Trans-Am during his senior year. That's peanuts in comparison to what Reggie and his family made off with. There is a difference here, maybe one of semantics but a difference nonetheless. Anyone who knows anything about Texas football knows it is high stakes and big business from Pop Warner all the way up to college. Dickerson was paid by boosters to keep him happy while attending school. Bush was paid by some cats who wanted to represent him when he turned pro.


The payoffs were indeed lavish. Reggie made sure his family were in on it as they benefited from the largess of sports agent Lloyd Lake, who sued the Bush family for $290,000 dollars, money he said he paid out to these assholes in exchange for future representation at the pro level. Bush decided to say "Fuck You" to the men who paid him and made sure his family was living fat while he broke records on the gridiron for the rogue USC program. So my man Lake decided to say "Fuck You" right the fuck back. He cooperated with the NCAA and the infractions handed down cost Bush and the USC football program dearly.


The parents of Reggie Bush lived in a small apartment in San Diego. After their son went to USC, they moved on up in the best Jeffersonian manner-and by that I mean GEORGE Jefferson. The house has been valued at over $700,000 dollars and it was owned by one of the guys giving Reggie Bush the cash money he needed to live fat on the USC campus. With that type of spending money, I wonder how then-coach Pete Carroll missed those shopping sprees to Beverley Hills. Who exactly did he think was sponsoring this band of mopes?

First to fall was Athletic Director and colossally arrogant prick Mike Garrett. Coach Pete Carroll hightailed it outta there and went to the pros. The Trojans were stripped of their 2005 season and their appearance in the Orange Bowl, which they ironically lost to Texas and Heisman runner-up Vince Young, who even more ironically gave the crowd a Heisman pose while holding the National Championship trophy aloft.

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Focus on the Coen Brothers...

The Coen brothers, Joel and Ethan, have been making movies for over 25 years. They have a knack for writing great, quirky scripts that surprise, shock and make us laugh all at the same time. Their films cover themes of chance, free-will, predestination and nihilism in such a way that seriously gives people the creeps. Why? Who knew that such ordinary characters, the types that we run into every day, can be so twisted and fucked up inside?

I will go through three of my favorite Coen Brothers films, films that I highly recommend for the discerning movie fan.

1) Blood Simple
Release date: January 18, 1985
Running time: 1 hour 36 minutes (Director's Cut)


The film's title derives from the Dashiell Hammett novel Red Harvest, in which "Blood Simple" is a term used to describe the addled, fearful mindset people are in after a prolonged immersion in violent situations.

A sleazy bar owner in a small Texas town hires a private detective to murder his wife and her lover, who works as the manager of his establishment. But of course things don't go as planned. If they did there would be no use for a movie. The guy hired by the owner is down with the classic double-cross. He collects the fee for the hits without performing said services, kills the bar owner and then plants evidence to try to frame the man he was supposed to kill.

But of course he fucks that up big-time, and the film goes into detail on the various twists and turns that are inevitable in such a cluster-fuck of circumstances.




2) Miller's Crossing
Release date: September 21, 1990
Running time: 1 hour 55 minutes


One of the most underrated gangster flicks of all time. Set in an unknown city in Depression-era America, the Coen Brothers weave a tale of love, betrayal, retribution, vicious gangsterism and the very little that is left of the various characters' old lives after the smoke clears.

The best part about the film is the acting. Very rarely do you get a crew that simultaneously acted the hell out of their respected parts the way these cats did. Typical for a Coen Brothers film in that there are many plot twists that one has to pay close attention to-it took me a couple of viewings just to figure out what "The Dane" was up to, and if you don't pay attention you'll miss it. After watching this film you too will want to run out and give someone you don't like the "High Hat".




3) No Country for Old Men
Release date: November 9, 2007
Running time: 2 hours 2 minutes


And to think I thought this film was garbage the first time I saw it. What the fuck was I thinking...This film has a character in it, played by the brilliant Spanish actor Javier Bardem, who over the course of the story develops into one of the most compelling on-screen villains in the history of cinema. It blows away the overplayed and bombastic Hannibal Lecter by a country mile. How good was his performance? Bardem won the Academy Award for "Best Supporting Actor" for his role.


A guy out in West Texas stumbles upon a satchel of cash at a scene where apparently a drug deal had gone badly, leaving dead bodies splattered all over the place. He could have been home free except for the idiotic decision to go back later that evening to re-visit the scene of the crime, due to the fact that he had found one survivor who was bleeding to death in a pickup truck and begged him for water. He goes back out there with a jug of water and is tailed and attacked by whomever was looking to recover the stash of drugs and money.

Bardem plays Anton Chigurh, the hitman hired to get back the stolen money. Tommy Lee Jones plays the sheriff in whose jurisdiction the crime is committed. As more people begin to follow the guy's trail, we get to see plenty of scenes of sheer lunacy masquerading as typical West Texas life. This is what makes the film so creepy. They cats who are supposed to play the heroes are anything but, and the bad guys are badder than you would ever want to encounter in real life. This, my friends, is one hell of a film.

Checking out all three on a rainy Sunday afternoon. I could think of worse ways to spend time indoors. Just remember to put the DVD player on pause when the Chinese food delivery guy rings your bell-you don't want to miss one second of these great films.