There was no attempt to arrest Zac Efron for drug possession, even though a lot of people probably knew about his drug problem before the public did.

July 14, 2014

It's also being treated like it never happened; "4" is still the conglomerate's favorite number, and neither Zac Efron nor his code numbers have fallen into the ill repute which they deserve, while I continue to be treated like someone for whom death is too good of a punishment, even though I have never been drunk, never abused a prescription medication, and never used an illegal drug.

Zac Efron got his jaw broken in a fight this past November, when he somehow ended up in a section of Los Angeles in a car with a convicted drug dealer.  They threw a bottle of vodka out the window, and some homeless people thought the bottle had been deliberately thrown at them? Then, there was a fight that the police broke up, and nobody was arrested.

The paragraph before this one is a version of the story that seems to be what several online articles about the incident published.  More than one of the stories also suggested that the "homeless people" started the fight, and that Mr. Efron "heroically" defended the person he was with, who is alternately described as "friend," "bodyguard," "convicted drug dealer."  I guess if the person who is the center of attention is a conglomerate celebrity, it doesn't matter to the conglomerate if someone with whom that person is in the middle of a drug-dealing section is a friend, bodyguard or convicted drug dealer.

If the police broke up the fight, that means that the police broke up the fight, doesn't it?  They're who stopped the fight, not Mr. Efron.

I am not a proponent of heightism.  If a man is not tall, he is not tall.  Mr. Efron is 5'8", isn't he?  Yet the mostly uncritical online articles about the incident suggest that he leapt out of the car and saved the life of his friend/bodyguard/convicted drug dealer, after those mean and crazy (read "impoverished and unimportant to the conglomerate") people attacked for no real reason.

Mr. Efron and his friend/bodyguard/convicted drug dealer weren't looking for drugs?

There is an open container law in California; the police heard Mr. Efron and/ his friend/bodyguard/convicted drug dealer say that they had thrown a vodka bottle from the window of the car, and the police said, "We know that the most important thing to all your fans is that you keep winning 'Best Shirtless' awards and things like that.  It's also incredibly important that none of this affects your ability to effectively promote human rights abuses."  The police didn't say that with their words, did they; only with their actions.

When Mr. Efron broke his jaw, he and a few friends filmed a video which they posted online.  The video was meant to be humorous; it ridiculed me, and suggested that everything that I have ever written describing what happened with Peter Hoehl was a lie, that the only thing that had happened with Mr. Hoehl was that I hadn't had an orgasm when I wanted one, that lack of attention from Mr. Hoehl to my insatiable sexual desires was the cause of my anger and confusion with Mr. Hoehl when I knew him more than a decade ago, and that Mr. Efron's jaw was broken by a woman in, according to Mr. Efron's video, a similarly hilarious incident in which Mr. Efron was punched by said woman when he, Mr. Efron, "came too early" for her.

I objected to that video when he published it.  He was telling another story about the incident then, which was that he had broken his jaw when he "slipped in a puddle."  Since I didn't know what had happened, I didn't know what to think of that story, although I thought that it was probably a misogynist attack.

I don't tend to know what Mr. Efron is doing most of the time.  A long time ago, I concluded that I could assume that, whatever he's doing, he's promoting the conglomerate's agenda and I don't have to waste time finding out if he's still doing that.  The day before yesterday, when I took the train, someone had left a Metro newspaper on the next seat.  The newspaper was left at a page about celebrities.  I hesitated to read it, since my emotional dictionary has the word HATRED listed immediately after the word "celebrity."  I was trying to take a break from my schedule of constant torment, which I'm never really able to do because it is torment inflicted on me by other people and not something I can control.  I did read the page, and that was when I found out that Mr. Efron had gone to Sardinia.

Mr. Efron probably went to Sardinia because the name of the place is like the word "sardine."  Conglomerate celebrities were doing a lot of things like that for a few years, starting in 2010.  Mr. Efron has all the time and money in the world to go wherever he wants, whenever he wants, yet that was what he chose to do, in 2014.  It struck me that Mr. Efron's attitude about women doesn't seem to have changed at all since 2010, even with everything that has happened to women around the world since then.  It was such a nasty thing for him to do that it occurred to me that he might have started doing drugs again.  I did a Google search of the term "Zac Efron drugs," and that was when I read about the brawl and how his jaw had actually gotten broken, which I hadn't known before.