sean penn el chapo interview
As we all know by now, actor Sean Penn conducted a secret interview with fugitive drug lord El Chapo, inadvertently leading to the latter's arrest by Mexican authorities. The interview was rushed to publication by Rolling Stone, a momentous ten-thousand word masterpiece of self-important, over-written prose by the humanitarian, litigious and always controversial Mr. Penn.
Obviously you won't want to wade through all that tiresome verbiage so we at Popdust have done the work for you, selecting the Sean Penn El Chapo interview best literary laughs and most cringe-inducing highlights for your enjoyment.
Here is my personal favorite, Sean Penn expounding on his own untimely fart:
At this moment, I expel a minor traveler’s flatulence (sorry), and with it, I experience the same chivalry he’d offered when putting Kate to bed, as he pretends not to notice. We escape its subtle brume, and I join my colleagues inside the bungalow.
Here is Sean Penn wondering if our society is as guilty as El Chapo for the problems surrounding drug addiction:
Are we saying that what's systemic in our culture, and out of our direct hands and view, shares no moral equivalency to those abominations that may rival narco assassinations in Juarez? Or, is that a distinction for the passive self-righteous?
Here Sean reviews his own exemplary courage:
I'd offered myself to experiences beyond my control in numerous countries of war, terror, corruption and disaster. Places where what can go wrong will go wrong, had gone wrong, and yet in the end, had delivered me in one piece with a deepening situational awareness (though not a perfect science) of available cautions within the design in chaos.
(Is he talking about his marriage to Madonna?? Who can say.)
Here, Sean aims for a jaunty, Elmore Leonard style tone as he reflects on his own penis:
I throw my satchel into the open back of one of the SUVs, and lumber over to the tree line to take a piss. Dick in hand, I do consider it among my body parts vulnerable to the knives of irrational narco types, and take a fond last look, before tucking it back into my pants.
Finally, Sean meets El Chapo:
Beneath his smile, there is a doubtlessness to his facial expression. A question comes to mind as I observe his face. Both as he speaks as while he listens. What is it that removes all doubt from a man's eyes? Is it power? Admirable clarity? Or soullessness? Soullessness...wasn't it that that my moral conditioning was obliged to recognize in him?
(This is just an excuse for the deep regard Penn feels for the drug lord, which he portrays as a left-wing camaraderie such as he felt for Hugo Chavez)
Finally, and most poignant, is the little biographical credit Mr. Penn gives himself at the close of the interview:
Actor, writer and director Sean Penn has written from the front lines in Haiti, Iraq, Iran, Venezuela and Cuba. He wishes to dedicate this article to the parents of slain Chicago youth, and to Rodrigo Lara Bonilla, public servant, father and hero.
Viva Sean Penn and his flatulence! Now that's he's been captured, El Chapo will have plenty of time to read Penn's opus in Rolling Stone. Better him than you, trust me!