Charlie Sheen Slams 'Duck Dynasty' Star: You Hurt 'Dear Friends of Mine'
Charlie Sheen had some choice words for Duck Dynasty star Phil Robertson Saturday.
In a lengthy message posted on TwitLonger, Sheen referred to the reality star as "Mallard brained" and demanded he apologize for anti-gay remarks he made in an interview with GQ.
"you have offended and hurt so many dear friends of mine, who DO NOT have the voice or the outreach that I do. well news flash shower-dodger, I will speak loudly and clearly for ALL of them," Sheen wrote.
Sheen declared that Robertson was "in the crosshairs of a MaSheen style mediabeat down."
"your statements were and are abhorrently and mendaciously unforgivable," Sheen added. "the idea that you have a job outside of dirt-clod stacking is a miracle."
A&E placed Robertson on indefinite hiatus for his GQ interview, in which he equated homosexuality with bestiality.
Despite Sheen's words, Robertson has plenty of defenders as well. A Change.org petition calling for A&E to return him to Duck Dynasty passed 100,000 signatures Saturday, while well known conservatives such as former Alaska Governor Sarah Palin and Louisiana Governor Bobby Jindal have spoken out in support of him.
Read Sheen's entire message to Robertson below:
hey Mallard brained
you have offended and hurt so many dear friends of mine,
who DO NOT have the voice or the outreach that I do.
well news flash
I will speak loudly and clearly for ALL of them.
just when your desperately sub evolved ass thought the pressure was off,
you are now in the crosshairs of a MaSheen style media
(I'll try to keep the big words to a minimum as not to confuse you)
your statements were and are
the idea that you have a job
outside of dirt-clod stacking
is a miracle.
the only 'Dynasty' you are attached to might be the
re-runs of that dated show.
the only thing you should ever be in charge of building is a hole in the ground the exact size of your head.
perhaps your beard would fit as well if you plucked out the
army of scabies and
bull weevils sequestered deep in it's sarcophagus of dander and weasel pelts.
shame on you.
you're the only surviving
brain donor I've ever known.
when the gators and Egrets
kick you out of their
you need to make serious amends to those you have
on the eight day
when I was whittling my cosmic banjo,
I'm pretty sure YOU were the scattered dross I then used to light a fire and
locate the nearest
repulsed by you;