I live in a beautiful beach community where I've grown accustomed to the sound of hammering home construction crews. Prime real estate attracts top dollar. New houses, condos and apartment complexes pop up, seemingly out of nowhere. New buyers love to tear down an old structure just to build something they like better in its place. Housing construction has always been a growth industry here.
But I've noticed that I'm not hearing the hammers these days. I'm not seeing the tear-down/rebuilds that are a staple of life at the beach. An economy on the verge of disintegration has silenced the sounds of men at work.
Dumb-ass, MILF-obsessed bad actor Ashton Kutcher--whose priorities seem to revolve around picking up his cryogenically-frozen, 100% artificial wife Demi Moore from her daily plastic surgery sessions--might not be smart enough to read a newspaper. Maybe his agent hasn't explained what a recession is. Perhaps Demi just can't read him the headlines anymore through all that face work.
Here's a self-made video from the self-absorbed Kutcher, shot from his $3 million, 6, 716 square foot Beverly Hills mansion. He's apoplectic because he hears hammers at 7AM.
Ashton Kutcher doesn't exactly ooze intelligence, and I'm sure he probably wouldn't get the irony in his rich celebrity bitching. He comes across in the video as a guy you'd walk away from in the middle of his sentence because you were bored.
As for me, I really miss the sound of those hammers.
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