Alcohol is Not a Truth Serum: Mel Gibson and Alcoholism

Not being much of a drinker, I've never come awake in a motel room staring into the bloodshot eyes of a bloody naked stranger; nevertheless, I've heard the stories of those who have, (both genders), and it's never a pretty tale. My friend, Joe, swears he wasn't secretly attracted to the 300 pound toothless bag lady Lesbian with the chin hairs (not that there's anything wrong with that), and I heard that she really wasn't too hot about him the morning after either. Were they both drunk the night before? Let's hope so. Did the bottle reveal their true personalities? Decidedly not. Before we send Mel Gibson to the woodshed forever, we owe him an honest look at the disease of alcoholism, which is a quite a lot more complicated than simply drinking too much. And Mel, we agree, as does he, is an alcoholic.

Who am I to expound on such a weighty topic? If you were ever inclined to do a google search for me (few are), you'd verify that I'm not a fundamental Christian (not that there's anything wrong with that), nor am I an admirer of PASSION OF THE CHRIST, (in my opinion, there is definitely something wrong there). Finally, no one would ever mistake me for a Republican (no comment). But I am a lover of rational arguments and I'm also the daughter of an alcoholic who spent way too many years thinking her father was the monster she saw when he was drunk and not the delightful human being she had adored so much as a child. It wasn't until after my father had died of cirrhosis of the liver that I learned the truth. A real pity, that. (Fortunately, I believe, perhaps irrationally, that relationships continue after death; I'm happy to report that my dad and I have things all worked out now.)