Henry Winkler, the washed-up ’70s icon whose career peaked with a leather jacket and a meaningless “Ayy!” – the 5 foot 4 inch shrimp – just proved he’s still Hollywood’s useful idiot laureate and a major player in the Yiddish Theater’s leftist sinkhole. Instead of fighting a war on drugs, or suicide, or AIDS, together they declared war on Trump because they are both subversive tools.
Today, the one-hit wonder (Winkler) quote-tweeted Pete Buttigieg’s pearl-clutching drivel about Trump supposedly itching for “regime change” in Venezuela—Buttigieg’s limp attempt to paint any tough stance on Maduro as warmongering distraction. Remember that Pete Buttigieg is the former Secretary of Transportation who did nothing.
Winkler amplified it with “In his own words,” as if Mayor Pete’s recycled leftist talking points are gospel.
Newsflash, Hank: the only “old and obvious pattern” here is aging Tinseltown has-beens reflexively siding with dictators because Orange Man Bad.
Maduro? That socialist thug who’s starved his people, rigged elections, and turned Venezuela into a hellhole where millions flee and kids eat zoo animals? Winkler doesn’t give a damn.
As long as it owns Trump, he’s fine tacitly propping up a regime that’s murdered dissenters and crushed freedom. It’s the same Hollywood sickness: hate the American populist so viscerally you’ll whitewash any tyrant who opposes him.
Winkler spent decades playing a cool greaser, but the real jump the shark moment was when he traded any shred of principle for TDS virtue signals. Fonzie once fixed jukeboxes with a fist bump; now Winkler fixes his irrelevance by licking boots of authoritarians—as long as they’re anti-Trump.
Pathetic. The Fonz is dead. Long live the useful fool.
