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The Italians take their holidays very seriously. We live in California, so winter isn’t really tangible; we pretend we’re freezing when it’s 60 degrees out. For food, the Italians always would prepare the Feast of the Seven Fishes. But since my grandma and dad are gone, we’ve shied away from a lot of the tradition; it’s a really heavy load to make that meal. We do some of it; I’ll do a pasta with a lobster sauce. Some Christmases we’ve made a Genovese sauce, with meat that’s cooked for about eight hours with like thirty onions and butter. We would cook for forty-five people on Christmas Eve and then thirty people on Christmas Day. On Christmas Day it was always lasagna. We’d eat with our extended family and then by the end of the evening, friends would stop by to have coffee and eat Italian pastries. But it’s not like that now. It’s sad when the traditions sort of dissipate, but that’s a part of getting old. I’m trying to recreate something fun for the kids so that they have similar memories, because the elders are all gone. I am the elder now. Holy shit: how did that happen? I’m the fucking elder now.
We invite everybody over that doesn’t have a place to go. Me and my ex are always together on Christmas. My kids just put on a Halloween show to surprise their dad. My sixteen-year-old’s a piano player and she’s never played bass or guitar or sung before. She learned every instrument within three weeks and taught everybody how to play each part. Their stepmom brought Marilyn Manson here because she was singing his song “Coma White.” He stood right in front of her — this poor child had laryngitis and couldn’t even belt out his song. She still did it because she has balls of steel. She did “War Pigs” awesome, with my boyfriend Robby Staebler on drums. Her bass-playing was mind-blowing. Christmas will be her redo. My son is saying to her, “We have to do these pop songs” and I can see her thinking to herself, “Yeah, well, maybe we’ll put some Trans-Siberian Orchestra in there.”
I will never try to turn my kids off from anything that they want to try and do, unless it’s something that could physically hurt them. I am going to be there to support them no matter what it is. My daughter is into goth death metal. And she’s a good Christian kid. But this is the style of music she’s into. She’s an incredible artist and I’m gonna let her explore that. I’m going to be right there to keep her balanced, keep her head on straight, for her to remember who she is at all times. For her, if she wants to be a rock star, she can be. But I’m going to be a momager like she ain’t never imagined before. I’ll be like, “you have to come through me first, motherfuckers. I’m sorry. You want her to make a pact. With whom? Then you got to come talk to mommy first.” Nothing will get through to my kids without coming through me first if they’re going to be in this industry.
I had to start an OnlyFans page just so that I could allow myself the room and the freedom to talk about the truth. I knew I wouldn’t be censored there. And I thought, “Who gives a shit? So I get to celebrate the fact that I’m hot at fifty?” You know what I mean? So I have to pose with a half-naked girl, or a naked girl. Oh my God, how sinister of me! So that I can put food on the table for my children, because I don’t want to be a part of the demon-making machine over there in Hollywood. I did it to get us out of immediate trouble; it was my last-ditch effort to save our house. And then I spun that into ULTRAFREE, my streetwear line, which I started with my boyfriend to remind people that freedom is cool, that having a love for this country is cool and that censorship and silencing each other is bad. I promoted it because I wanted people to hear who Robert F. Kennedy Jr. was. He was being silenced and I wanted him on people’s radars. I care about people being lied to. And I really care about the deception that’s been brewing for years, whether it’s on the left or the right. It’s time for people to understand that this is a country run by corporations, and there’s very little regard for human life left at the very top tiers. One of the most fun things to buy on our website right now is our jewelry from the Protection Collection. They’re guns, they’re AKs. When did everyone become so damn precious? We loved Guns N’ Roses. We loved the Sex Pistols; we loved Velvet Revolver. The Sopranos logo has guns in it. It’s nothing more than a symbol of protection: for your brain, your mind, your soul, your freedom of speech, your heart, your lungs, all the things that this government has been trying to steal from you. They have their greedy little hands in everything.
Listen, they would have been better off letting me act so I could research my script instead. I couldn’t act, and I researched why I couldn’t act. And that was the biggest fucking mistake of all time. Because now I’ll never stop fighting against the machine that’s so unbelievably corrupt it makes Hollywood look like a playground.
This article was originally published in The Spectator’s December 2024 World edition.
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