<![CDATA[Gawker: defamer, grumpy old men]]> http://tags.gawker.com/assets/base/img/thumbs140x140/gawker.com.png <![CDATA[Gawker: defamer, grumpy old men]]> http://gawker.com/tag/defamer/grumpyoldmen http://gawker.com/tag/defamer/grumpyoldmen <![CDATA[Angelina Jolie's Dad Sure Is Mad at the President]]> Jon Voight is very mad at President Obama. In a speech at a Republican fundraiser last night, the actor called Obama a false prophet who fancies himself "Julius Caesar", thinking he will pacify nations with his words. Which is wrong!

'Cause the world is mean and dangerous and bitter, and America used to be strong, but Obama's ruining it with his pansy-assness.

At least we think that's what Voight was trying to say. The Anaconda star basically launched into a tone poem about world leaders at a playground or something, so it's a little hard to tell.

One thing is for certain, though. If anyone can scare the president, it's Voight. I mean, he made FDR walk for God's sake.

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<![CDATA[You Can't Imagine All The Fun He's Having]]>

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While out and about in Beverly Hills, popular character actor Paul Sorvino offered a reminder that not every one in Hollywood is as obsessed with looking fashionable or modern as some of his younger counterparts. Sorvino explained that he's nearly 70 years old and, at this point in his life, he's dressing for comfort above anything else. Sorvino said, "Besides, the kids these days don't have any style. Now, Dean Martin? That guy had a real sense of style."

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<![CDATA[James Caan Gracefully Slides Further Into His Cranky Old Man Phase]]>

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And another thing about these fuckin' kids today is that they don't know how to wear a pair of pants. How do you fuck that up? Whatever happened going down to Brooks Brothers and having some tailor taking your measurements and coming back with a pair of pants that fits? And what's with all the typing on the phone? Whatsamatta with everyone? Suddenly, we've all become Mr. Greenjeans and we can't pick up a phone and talk to somebody? I gotta e-mail my own son in order to ask him how he's doing. Mr. Big Shot never has the time to pick up the phone.

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