Mel Gibson’s dad is an anti-semite, and now we know that his son is a drunk driver too. Gibson’s son Christian, 24, was busted for driving drunk while at college last year and spent five hours in jail:
A police report said the younger Gibson was spotted Feb. 7, 2005, at 1:55 a.m. making an illegal turn in his Chevy Blazer.
The officer said a strong smell of alcohol came from the SUV, which was also carrying four passengers.
“I saw Gibson had red, watery eyes and slow, slurred speech,” the officer said in his report. “I asked Gibson to step out of the vehicle and walk on the sidewalk.”
The cop said the “Braveheart” actor’s son offered to perform “voluntary roadside maneuvers,” including placing a finger to his nose and walking a straight line.
Allegedly unable to deliver on those promises, Gibson was promptly arrested. Cops searching his Blazer also found several shotgun casings, which Gibson said were left from a “hunting vacation.”
Gibson, who had a starring role in the 2004 flick “Billy’s Day Out,” spent five hours in the Boulder County Jail. He later underwent residential substance abuse treatment at the expensive Cirque Lodge in Sundance, Utah.
If inpatient substance abuse treatment is good enough for his son, who had completed treatment prior to Gibson’s arrest, why can’t Gibson check himself into rehab too? He must think he’s above that. Drunken arrogance must run in the family.
I guess anyone who doesn’t kiss Israel’s ass not only gets his own life ruined, but his children get the spotlight too.
Yes, Bob, it’s all the fault of the Jews.
BTW, Bob, how’s the view from under that rock?
Hey, it IS the fucking Kikes fault!
Fuck them Kikes!
Yeah!
Kick all dem Heebs out!
Fuck them Sheenie bastards!
Gimme a Foster’s, ooh yeah…
Now I gotta go wipe my ass with the American flag.
Signed,
Mel.
The apple didn’t stagger far from the tree I guess.
“but his children get the spotlight too.”
Christian Gibson is an actor. He has had the starring role in a movie. He put himself in the spotlight.
At the University of Colorado at Boulder, you aren’t certifiably drunk until you stumble into a snowdrift, fall asleep, and freeze to death.
Context is everything.