Debbe Dunning the Tool Time Girl

     The TV show, Home Improvement, had a show within the show.  Tim Allen is a home repairs/improvement man.  With his bearded know-it-all assistant, they do a show with a live audience called Tool Time.  At the beginning of each show, an announcer, a beautiful woman in a tight tee shirt reading, "Tool Time," says "Hey, does everybody know what time it is?"  "Tool Time!" comes the crowd response.  Tim Allen's character is an oaf with a family, a very patient wife, three sons who hardly matter to the stories but the makers of the show emphasized them sometimes.  Tim has a neighbor whose entire face we never see.  Wilson says "Hello neighbor!"  He offers life advice to the younger Tim.  Tim Allen in this show emphasized the manly-grunts aspect of being male.  His whole world is a man cave as well as acting dense on purpose whenever his wife foolishly expects sensitivity from him.
     Before Debbe Dunning, the announcer was played by Pamela Anderson, pre-boob job.  Pam, Vancouver-born like myself, seemed always to project confidence in spite of having to utter brainless lines in Baywatch, or say just a few words now and then in Home Improvement.  Her starring role in Barb Wire (haven't seen it) is now perhaps as well-known, if not less known, than her 1996 "sex tape" shot with her ex-husband, Rocker Tommy Lee of Mötley Crüe.  As well as a rocker, Lee is a drummer, but he's often referred to reflexively by journalists and TV personalities as "Rocker Tommy Lee."
     Pam Anderson also somehow became close friends with Julian Assange.  She'd visit him in the Ecuadorian Embassy in London, U.K.  News heads in their jaw-flapping times between advertisements liked to ridicule Assange for having such a friend.  They never said, "bimbo," but I guess they think Pam Anderson isn't serious enough to get into the good graces of someone wanted by the U.S. government for exposing U.S. war crimes, unethical and appalling practices at the DNC, and secrets the governments of the world want hidden.
     These failing journalists who have failed a real journalist, Assange, take a shit on Pam Anderson's real emotions, her friendship with a man difficult for the news establishment in America and Britain to stomach.  Assange violates rules of conformity.  Riches and access to bigwigs are not his goals.  He seeks to make the keepers of secrets transparent to the publics they claim to represent.  Politicians are our employees.  We let them get away daily with actions worthy of dismissal.  Like crickets singing all night, we continue to enable the people destroying our lives, enraptured by the song representing the distractions: work, school, TV, video games, sports, news, porn, drug-induced states of mind and body, and social media.
     When Pam Anderson visited Julian Assange in prison (where he was taken from the embassy by cops), she gave a short press conference in company with one of the Wikileaks people.  She wore dark glasses and really did look like a movie star, blonde hair magnifying the darkness of her clothing.  Clearly upset, she turned away, facing the prison gate, waiting for the emotions to drop back into her body.  These few seconds of Pam Anderson anguished for the fate of her friend, the danger he's in, showed anyone with a soul what this case is all about: there are men and women in the U.S. and U.K. who support covering up acts of mass murder by military forces of both countries, meaning these men and women support mass murder.  They support persecution of a journalist for telling the truth.  They support suppression of the First Amendment.  They're fascists.  Are they as bad as Hitler?
     Give them time.  Bear in mind, some of them, per the Jeffrey Epstein scandal, are or were in a pedophile ring.  They take the title of Nietzsche's book, Beyond Good and Evil, literally.
     Debbe Dunning's views on Julian Assange are unknown to me.  She got the show going, though, at a time when middle class homeowners could still afford to make improvements.

                                                                              Vic Neptune