“An ongoing New York protest against the police shooting of an unarmed street vendor got a dose of Hollywood support this week. Activist Susan Sarandon and 218 others were arrested Thursday …” — “Names & Faces,” Washington Post, March 27

Ronnie, hi, it’s — sorry honey, can you hold?

[Eight-minute pause.]

Hi, Ronnie, you’re a sweetheart, that was my homeopath, he’s impossible to actually get on the phone. So I called because the talk we had last week? About this is a transitional point in my career and we need to raise my profile and get me into quality projects? Well, I’m doing Pilates with the cable news on — it helps me clear my mind and get centered — and guess who I see? Susan Sarandon, on the television, prime time, getting arrested. Looking absolutely fucking drop-dead gorgeous, I could rip her throat out. Have you heard about this Amadou Diablo man in New York? Well, apparently the thing with this Diablo –

[Three-syllable pause.]

You see, Ronnie, this is exactly what I was talking about. The second-guessing and the corrections and the nit-picking. Do I have to remind you who could have jumped over to Ovitz when he came sniffing around? Fine, so this Di-OWL-o apparently had his rights violated by the New York police, really badly violated — yes, well, I’d call that “violated,” wouldn’t you?

[Brief, apologetic pause.]

My point is, they wrote Sarandon up like she’s Mother fucking Teresa. Blah blah blah chestnut-haired Oscar winner and activist. Blah blah blah commitment to social justice. Blah blah blah Tibet blah blah blah longtime actor-director companion. I don’t know what page it’s on. Laine found it on the Netscape and gave me the gist — you know what my homeopath said about having newsprint in the house.

My point is, we both know there’s room in this town for like three successful older actresses. After 40 I don’t care how much Stairmaster you do, how much surgery you have: You need stature. You need — Laine, what’s that word? — you need GRAVitas.

My point is, this Diablo thing is getting huge. Sarandon’s there this week, next week you bet it’ll be Alec Baldwin. After which Streisand, Tom and Nicole, pretty soon everybody’s jumping in and it’s over. We’ve got a narrow window. We need to get me arrested, Ronnie, and we need to get me arrested fast.

[Medium-length pause.]

[Long, icy responding pause.]

[Longer pause, with ample time for fumbling clarification.]

Oh and the Lifetime Original Movie was a good idea? “Torn Apart: A Surrogate Mother’s Story” with Gabrielle Carteris? Listen, Ronnie, I am not ready to disappear for 40 years until they flash me for five seconds in the Academy Awards death reel. I want my fucking halo now. I want to be the Stepmom. I want to be Sister Whatshername with Sean Penn. You want to continue representing me, you call Ed Sharpton’s agent, you call whoever you have to and you get my highly toned ass thrown in jail.

Ronnie, honey, it’s me. No, I’m at the Mercer — the planter of wheat grass in the room at W New York was like half-dead, I couldn’t deal with it. So are we all set with Sharpton’s people?

[Pause.]

They said what? I have to what?

[Pause.]

That isn’t going to work. Because it’s not, that’s why. Because I’m not standing on the asphalt in New York City in March, with the bird shit and rain and exhaust fumes and my multiple chemical sensitivity and God forbid I even breathed that to my homeopath, that’s why. Can’t the police just send somebody? Yes, yes, Ossie Davis, yes, Ruby Dee, I’m sorry but what else are they going to do all day? They make, what, one movie a decade?

[Pause.]

No, I can’t just issue a statement! Ronnie, a man basically died or whatever here. This is not just about getting me on television. This is about sending a message, which requires that I get on television, which if you think anyone’s sending cameras for a fucking press release you are seriously in the wrong line of work.

[Pause.]

Well, that’s your job. It’s national news, right? Aren’t they protesting in Los Angeles too?

[Really extremely brief pause.]

My God, what’s wrong with this country? Doesn’t anybody care about anything anymore?

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No, Ronnie, everything is not OK. It took the Mobile Arrest Unit hours to show up, if I don’t have a chronic-fatigue relapse it’ll be a miracle, and the coverage! Don’t I pay you to manage this? “Tinseltown Gadfly and Elderly Rev in Paddy Wagon Fracas”? Civil-rights legend, my ass — the man’s a bigger camera hog than Jenny McCarthy. Anyway, that’s not why I’m calling. The Diablo thing was all wrong for me. I need something of my own, and I think I’ve found it. Did you know we’re bombing a tiny country? Well, Laine’s still working on that, but I’m pretty sure it’s near Albania –

[Brief, witty remark.]

Yes, with Bobby De Niro and Anne Heche, I was thinking exactly the same thing! And Ronnie, this is going to be way bigger than Diablo. They’re protesting at the American embassies all over the world, and, well — I know you like me to consult you in advance, but I had Laine set up a meeting with one of their people.

[Brief, flustered protest.]

That’s exactly what I thought, but this gentleman gave me some of the most fascinating literature, and Ronnie, the stories are all lies. The spite! The conspiracy! Apparently entire villages of people have staged their own mass murders just to smear the Serbians. And of course the media — well, it’s just like what they did to that poor fat man in Atlanta. Ronnie, mistreatment by the press? Who better than me to understand! This could be like George Clooney after Princess Diana –

[Brief, cautious venture.]

People are different these days, Ronnie. Sure, they ripped Vanessa Redgrave over that Palestinian business, but look, she just won the Globe for “Gods and Monsters.”

[Brief, tactful remark.]

Whatever, well, nobody else knows that either, but they gave her the Globe anyway, that’s exactly my point. And, better, this is Europe, which can only help my international box office, I mean I’m sorry but I bet they don’t have three cineplexes in Tibet. Now. Does America have an embassy in Los Angeles?

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[Extended, shrill tone.]

Pick up, Ronnie. Ronnie, pick up. Fuck. Sorry about the connection, but apparently this country’s out of my cell area — it’s, like, out of all the cell areas. So since you obviously had issues with this project I had Laine go ahead and do the legwork, and, well, all the best demonstrations are in Eastern Europe. We’re in — Laine, honey, where are we? — I think it has some of those little dots in the name, you can have your assistant look it up. Meantime, look for me on CNN. I have to go, the organizers are passing out cocktails. I wish you could see — they have some type of little towel stuck in them. This is the most fascinating culture!

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Well, Mr. Skeptic, eat your words. It was amazing: the stone-throwing, the police dogs — it was just like “Born on the Fourth of July.” No, not a scratch! Laine had a bit of an allergic reaction to the gas at the embassy while he was securing my oxygen mask, but fortunately he had his epinephrine. Afterward? Well, I guess you could call it a “jail,” the literal translation is “dungeon,” but — no! Of course not! They sent me on to the Hilton. Evidently “Lethal Menace” just made their theaters, and, well, not to brag, but I’m something of an icon here. It’s not the St. Regis, but this isn’t a vacation, right?

[Hopeful interjection.]

No, not quite yet, that’s what I’m calling about. I need you to make a teensy call to the State Department. One of the gendarmes is complaining of a stiletto-heel puncture — of course it’s mistaken identity! You think they don’t have Manolo here?

[Brief reassurance.]

Great. Now I want a press conference as soon as my plane gets in. Laine’s faxing you a fact sheet on Mr. Milosevic for handouts, and he’s checking if we can borrow a couple of Serbian children — but just in case, put in a call to Tad at ICM. See if we can get a piece in Us — no, somewhere serious — let’s try George. And … and … excuse me …

[Hushed, concerned inquiry.]

No, Ronnie, I’m sorry, it’s just the opposite. I’ve never felt better. Things are about to turn around for me. Can you feel it? I just — I feel my work right now is coming from a very real place. Oh, Ronnie. It means nothing to have a gift unless you use it for something important. Isn’t that why we were put on this earth? Isn’t that what this business is all about?

Yes, Jon Huntsman should definitely run for mayor of New York, because I never tire of watching Jon Huntsman get rejected by voters. The best part of a Jon Huntsman campaign is when his well-heeled supporters very sincerely and tragically argue that the fact that no one wants to vote for Jon Huntsman is a sign that the Republic itself is in peril. They would get so sad and melodramatic when he got 10 percent of the vote.

Now, there is no evidence that Jon Huntsman is planning for run for mayor of New York City, but one of his annoying daughters tossed this one out there last night:

Mitt Romney yesterday had a “private” (well-publicized) meeting with New York City Mayor Michael Bloomberg that was a pretty obvious attempt by Romney to win the for-some-reason “coveted” Bloomberg endorsement. Mayor Bloomberg is not actually the hugely popular and universally respected national figure that anti-partisanship zealot pundits think he is — only around 20 percent of Americans viewed him favorably in 2010, and a 2011 poll says he’d get a mere 10 percent of the vote in a three-way presidential race — but those anti-partisanship zealots represent an important constituency of “rich people who run the media,” so a Bloomberg endorsement would be a strong signal that Romney is moderate and wise and prudent and so on.

Vernacular Typography is the creation of graphic designer and Brooklyn native Molly Woodward, who has spent the past decade taking photos of the city’s “found lettering.” All over the city, and the world, local signage is disappearing and being replaced with mass-produced signs and the brands of global corporations. Molly is trying to preserve it–and she has a Kickstarter campaign to help do that.

The NYPD is less a “police department” than a secretive and unaccountable international intelligence-gathering organization with a large minority-frisking division and the firepower of a mid-sized army. Lately they have been facing a bit of criticism for their style of intelligence-gathering, which seems to be done with more gusto than concern for civil liberties or… accuracy. Sometimes the NYPD’s muscular-but-stupid approach to spying gets them in trouble with the FBI. And when the organization that fights terror by recruiting shady weirdos to try to trick random Muslims into saying “jihad” into tape recorders says your practices are counterproductive and out of line, they are probably pretty counterproductive and out of line.