Hey, everybody, A J. Benn's in here with fame is a bitch. This is your daily Unfiltered podcast for August seventeen, twenty twenty three. Yes, it's also your free podcast for August seventeen, twenty twenty three. Last week's last week the free audience didn't get a show. That's because poker was nipping at my ass and I was suffering from a tremendous throat issue of
which I'm still not completely over. But today it's such a day, stuffed and packed with news that I figure, let me give you today, and I'll give you another free show during the weekend when poker's threw and we'll be square. But let me first start with here. I am staying at the Aria, beautiful place. Can't complain, but I will. But I trick because it's beautiful and it's big, and there's so many great places to eat, very pricy. We stick to pizza because these restaurants will knock you on
your ass with what they charge. We did at the first trip. We had one big meal and you look at the check and you go, Jesus Christ, we break the windows of this place never again. But you talk about spending money in the gift shop, at the bar, at the coffee shop, at the sandwich shop, at the pizza joined. You know I'm not gambling hotels. The hotel has no problem linking my room number to my
name. Thank you, mister Benzi. Right this way, mister Benze, whatever you wish, mister Benzi, turned down service, mister Benze, Can I pet your dog? Mister Benz, you know the drill. But the minute I want to hop in the girlfriend's car and leave the premises from the parking garage, you gotta talk into a machine and the person on the other end says, there's no one listed under that name in the hotel, So then I gotta go off. I tell you I have such a low thermostat
and I don't even drink coffee anymore. I'm a t guy. Now I'm a cabmeal earl gray, peppermint throat coat guy. Doesn't matter. I still go from zero to sixty and two seconds, I'm like, what do you mean there's no one in the hotel under that name. The girlfriend's trying to calm me down. The dog is kissing my face to calm me down. I spend money left and right. You've got no problem. You all know
my name. The minute I want to leave, you can't find me in the hotel, and you can't lift the fucking piece of wood to let me leave. She lifted it after I threw a banana fucking flip. Any look, I don't want to get you down. What a day this has been. What a rare mood I'm in. There's a smile on my face for the whole human race. Feels like I'm falling in love. Love that song.
Let me take you back to There were days when I would head to the Daily News building in New York City without a clue of what to write from my daily column. And I knew I need anywhere from five to seven stories, preferably breaking stories, every day. But if not that, then I needed stories I could comment on. And then the hours start to slide away, and then the minutes ticked by, and you're still staring at a blank screen with a blinking cursor mocking you. This is New York, bright
lights, big city, man. Surely five to seven stories, five to seven and fascinating things happened, no doubt. There was a few scandals brewing. So on those days I had to hit the phones hard and turn my sources upside down and see if I shook them maybe a few juicy stories would fall out of their pockets. That's what the job really requiring when I had to work. It's not like a podcast where I can do it any old
time, as long as it gets to you guys. At some point tomorrow at the newspaper, I had editors outside my office tap in the glass. I had lawyers calling me to make double shore. Yesterday's story on Michael Jackson was double sourced and checked nine ways till Sunday. Even when you feel like you have the best job in the world and I did, it can still feel like backbreaking work now and then you can still come home from work and
be pissed mad. But then there are days and the universe opens up and drops gold in your lap, bold black letters and dark blocks that scream for a front page. And on those days you wish you had six arms to catch them all and then type them up. Felt like a gold rush. Today is one of those days. Like I said, with poker taken up a lot of my time till Friday, and not wanting to really stretch my vocal cords any thinner I'm giving the show away for free as well. Once
poker ends. I'm not going to do it, but forgive me here, my patrons, because there is a lot to talk about, because today the universe sprung a big league and we got a lot of talking and thinking to do. First of all, it's time to once again pat my own back, which I've been doing a lot lately. Looks like Britney Spears and sam Ashtaria Splitsville doesn't look like it. They are Splitsville. Personally, I don't know how anyone could live with or nut like her, hopped up on speed
and Red Bull and Monster drinks and nicotine and god knows what else. You watch, you're gonna see Britney Spears dropped some major pounds in the coming weeks, and everyone is going to be afraid for her health with good reason. There are dark days ahead for her. So let's get to the story. Britney's beers and her husband. If you really believe they haven't got married, I don't. I think it was just a party. Sam Ashtari have separated. TMZ broke the story, but then again, TMC has always been Team
Brittany TMZ. Harvey Levin has a lot more reporters running around town than just little Oe me. He has people wired everywhere. They pay their sources for stories. There's no way they were just getting things wrong with Britney Spears. While I was breaking every story on her as her Conservative ship ended, I had one of her lawyers, who worked pro bono on the case, speak to me directly every other day. Nobody had the stories that I had.
Britney Spears and Harvey Levin. Jamie Spears, I should say, and Harvey Levin worked together for a long time. So look, it is true they are Splitsville. But some of the details I don't know. Let's look this over. TMZ says that Wednesday our Stari confronted Brittany last week over was that she cheated on him. I'm not sure. I believe that she's always cooped up at home. I don't know when she could get out to cheat.
She did take a trip to Mexico with her gay friend Kaide. Maybe he was a cover and there was a guy down there she hooked up with. I didn't like that trip. I found it odd that Sam didn't go, what with him being so busy with his weightlifting. But Brittany went and maybe she met someone down there. It could be, but that story doesn't seem quite right. I think it just ended because she's ubats, which is nuts
in Italian, crazy psycho. It's unclear whether there is any validity to this claim, as I said, but look, there was a massive argument between the two. I can't believe it's just one. It had to be many, many, many arguments. And it's only a matter of time before Sam files for divorce. As you know, these two quote unquote married in June of last year, and Sam has reportedly moved out of their home that they share, the new home they bought, then back to the old. I
mean, she flips homes back and forth like a nut. I told you how she acted when she saw the house she bought, She saw the pizza in the backyard. Wanted to make pizza at that moment, even though they didn't known the house. Shit, Sam, you've got to make the pizza now, just a psycho. Don't watch the movie Splendor in the Grass with Natalie Wood and Warren Batty and watch how Natalie Woods steadily becomes nuts in this movie, Or Bettyett, just watch what's that movie called Angelina Joe Lee.
You know the crazy child went on a rod and Angelina in the mental hospital. You know the movie. I mean, crazy shit, She's nuts. So of course he moved out. Now, I reported way back when that Sam would get some money. You know, people say he's not gonna get much. I don't believe that for one bit. If their marriage ends in divorce, and it will, Sam's gonna get paid. I said a long
time ago. When Brittany brought out of the house, I said, good, Now she has a place to live, she feels more comfortable in. She'll give Sam five million bucks to walk away. I said it. I'll find the show and hear it for yourself. Many many months ago, they signed a prenup in her favor. Obviously, any money she made before the wedding is protected, which is right. But there are some insights at TMZ that's say that their marriage, which is what I said, we'll be settled
with Brittany running at it. And this comes just a few months after they celebrated their wonderful anniversary, even though there were rumors of trouble in Paradise. Remember, TMZ released that documentary about Brittany about her life and in that show, they alleged that their marriage was already in deep trouble. I mean, like I said, Harvey Levin and his crew knows that marriage was in deep trouble a long time ago. For them to just produce that documentary a few
months back, it just seemed hollow to me. They didn't report things that I reported long a year ago. And he's better than that, Harvey. He pulled back on his reporting. The outlet further claimed that Brittany had gotten physical with Sam, they had big screaming matches, and that he was no longer spending a lot of time at their But Sam was quick to slam the documentary. He didn't like it. He said, anybody involved in its creation
for trying to use Brittany as a money making machine. I found absolutely disgusting for the people who were in her life when she didn't have a voice, they went and told her story like it was theirs. He said on an Instagram. I think he rehearsed that for a long time to make us really believe that he was infuriated. Oh, he loved that story coming out. It was setting, it was setting the trap to release him. You see that that documentary was good for him. It showed that he was living with
a psychopath. Plus he's a terrible actor, and he put it out on an Instagram story and you can see right through him, at least I can. But he really got pissed off at TMZ for putting Brittany under a microscope once she was finally free from her conservative ship. And days later Brittany tried to shut down the speculation and she posted an Instagram video of the both of them kissing. I've always told you you never see this guy looking at his
girlfriend or his wife when he kisses her. He's always flexing his bicep. He always wants to be the person in your eyes go to in the picture. It's not a real man, it's not a real husband, it's not a real person who cares for you. And I guess I'm not completely blaming him. It's like trying to rope the steer being married to that chick or just dating that chick, living with that chick. And then in the clip
you can see them making out standing under this big display of flowers. Everything is stage, it's holly when it's all bullshit, just like Tom Brady and Irina Shake, you know, good. They're shocking up. They just spent a couple of days in London and the papers are saying, I read is nervous that the story of their love affair is going to get out. Are you out of your mind? Who gives a shit? You're single? He's the most eligible bachelor in America, worth about a billion dollars? What are
you worried about? Bradley Cooper doesn't care. He's on record saying he wants happiness for you. I don't understand these these people. It can't get out and fly private to fucking London and come back private, don't don't, don't go. I mean, if everybody knows what you look like, there's paparazzi everywhere. You can't You can't escape them when you're that big. People are
all full of maloney and holly with everybody to the last letter. And of course Brittany said, I feel so blessed to be even such an incredible husband who inspires me every day, inspires you to do what you've been dancing while drugged in your marble hallway for two years on end, inspired you to eat out and humiliate him by speaking in an English accent. Inspire you to try and get his selfie with the newest young star in the NBA when Bayana and
they getting smacked by Security's death. Wouldn't they inspire you to scream and yell at at dinners at various restaurants in front of strangers. What an inspirational guy inspire? The guy is a note talent muscle head who belongs on the cover of romance novels. He's half a clamshell. This is This is Johnny Stampanano
with Jane Mansfield. Less than a year later, they say, I do during this bullshit star studied ceremony inter Manasion in Thousand Oaks and all the all of all our best friends Madonna, Selena Gomez, Paris Hilton, Drew Barrymore, they all parted and danced while barefoot the whole night. I mean, these girls are so close they never went and saw her again or she then all phony friends who just send each other their newest merchandise from whatever bullshit line
of clothes or makeup or cookbooks they have. That's all made up fantasyland. The girl has been alone even after she won her independence from her parents conservativeship. She's been alone, and he asked me that recent pole dancing trick that she pulled a few days ago was disgusting. It brought it on being mentally ill. Hole on earth is doing crazy shit like that? Who are you trying to impress? You were the princess of pop and now you're dancing on
a pole. All this girl was for many years was a financial means to an end for her family. You gotta think about this. From her time on Star Search in nineteen ninety two, which was my third year in Gossip in New York, until now, she's been treated like a trained circus monkey. She needed intensive inpatient therapy in two thousand and seven when she had her
first public breakdown. Instead, she was put under the conservatorship of her father and still didn't get any support the family was supposed to give her, including the father of her sons, Kevin Federline, who really hasn't seemed to progress in life past being the ex Missus Spears or mister Spears. The only positive thing Federline has done is be a stand up guy and be the father to their boys that they needed. And now he's taken kids wilfully to Hawaii where
they'll rarely see their crazy mother again. And believe me, the kids don't care that much. But her constant stream of semi nude photographs of her writhing on the sand in Hawaii and Mexico. How those pictures ever got out? What boyfriend would allow this to happen, what handlers would allow this to happen? How could they be released publicly? It's not a secret. She's mentally ill and she's getting sicker. So it's been thirty one years since she appeared
on Star Search, and everyone still wants a piece of this woman. You know. They said back a couple of years ago that their relationship, let alone a marriage, wasn't gonna last because she's not saying or mature enough to handle any relationship, especially marriage. She's never matured. Her own sons don't want to be bothered. The only reason Sam remained true to the things he said in his nuptials and not snitch on Britney's behavior was to protect himself from
any lawsuits claiming slander and breaking their commitment. When Harvey Levin provided that special about her bizarre behavior, one of the things that he confessed to the police, or nights where Brittany would pace around the bedroom for hours in a very hyperactive state. He even admitted that she slept with at least at least fourteen kitchen and carving knives under her pillow because she believed that her father was going
to have orderlies from a hospital, kidnap and take her back. Not one knife, not two, not three, fourteen, it's just amount time before she was gonna stamp him in a throat if he even slept in the same room, let alone the same bed. But now Sammy boy, who used to be on Daddy's payroll at five hundred bucks a day to keep an eye on Brittany, now he's stopping his feet for more money. He's not going
to disappear for three or four or five million or whatever. The amount that's been cooked up is Sam wants his estrange wife to pay him more than what their prenup says she's supposed to pay, or he's going to divulge secrets following their split. It's now come to my attention and others attention that he's attempting to negotiate concessions beyond the prenup and he's threatening to go public with some really embarrassing information and some crazy shit Brittany did, unless he gets paid, Like
I said, five million, at least it's it's it's it's bad. Now Brindy's worth about seventy million when she really should be worth more like five hundred million, no thanks to her whole family fleecing her along with Lou Taylor,
her former manager, who TMZ never mentioned at all. Like I said, it's gonna take more than five million bucks for Sam to walk away happy and get back to the gym and find the normal chick who doesn't want to say makeup for three days and doesn't wear herrick stensions that look like rats had a litter in them. He's a good looking dude. He's young, and now he's gonna become the Persian Pete Davidson. Get ready for that. He's gonna
start dating up even though she's nuts. People want to see what he's got. But he's got to be carefully because what he's bordering on is extortion. This is like with Mike Albanai did to Nike. So if Sam smart, he can't mention that sort of thing publicly again, or not put anything in writing or on social media. It's good he let her know that he has things he can release because, let's face it, don't we all want to see just how crazy she was when she was off Instagram. I say,
he'll cool it and see which way the wind blows. But clearly it's blowing his way. You know, if this wasn't so predictable, it would be funny. But it's not funny. It's actually sad. I've been sad about this girl for a long time. I said. The reason why I stayed on top of it for so long is that I said, one hundred years from now, they're still going to talk about Britney Spears like they talk about Drudy Garland and other former stars of Yesteryear. It's bigger than Judy Garland's story.
It is a lot of you like fed up with my reporting lines. I don't care. This is a huge story forever, and I got my teeth on it good. The girl who was once at the top of the world is now going to have to crawl back to the very parents who locked her up for thirteen years in the first place and try to patch together a family again. But with Brittany not earning any real money anymore and never ever gonna tour again or make records again, outside of a few shots here and
there, will they even want her? Will they even want to be with her? Because to them, she's like a youthed sponge. As sad as that sundas. If that isn't good enough, we have new news that Alec Bullwood could actually still be found guilty of manslaughter after all in that shooting death of Elena Hutchins, the cinematographer during the filming of the movie Rust, which
we are all going to see once it streams, Let's be honest. He was charged with two counts of involuntary manslaughter in case you forgot, for the fatal shooting of Hutchins. Prosecutors then dropped the firearms enhancement against him after his lawyers successfully argued that he wasn't brandishing the weapon, he wasn't using it to
scare anybody. It's a good thing because that enhancement would have given him a mandatory five years in prison, but Ballwoman was still facing eighteen months for the man's laughter charge. I said he wouldn't go to jail from day one. I said he wouldn't be found guilty from day one, and he wasn't. A couple of months later, the charges would dropped all together, and it seemed he wasn't the clear, and I was right once again. But now
the state of New Mexico isn't done with him just yet. Special Prosecutors Carrie Morrissey and Jason Lewis have ordered a new forensic exam on the CULT forty five used in the shooting death before they made their decision on whether to refile charges. Well, now that report is in and the results are pretty shocking. Alec has been back on social media saying some rather derogatory things about Republicans being his typical liberal, snarky ass self, acting like he's completely in the clear,
and and then this thing comes right up his butt again. The report's in and it's bad. It was completed by Lucien and Michael Haig earlier this month and they got released Tuesday, and it proves that Alec is lying. Like all of us said, you had to have pulled a trigger. Guns don't just go off. He's always denied it from day from minute one hour one, which puzzled basically, everyone has a gun fire without the trigger being
pulled. Well, it could have malfunctioned, and it would be easy to create that as a reasonable doubt since Alex lawyers argued the gun had been modified.
In fact, that was apparently the key to the charges being dropped, But the new report reject that argument, says categorically the trigger had to be pulled for the gun to be discharged, and they quote this fatal incident was the consequence of the hammer being manually retracted to its fully reward and cocked position, followed at some point by the pull or reward depression of the trigger.
I never heard of the word reward, although Alec Baldwin repeatedly denies pulling the trigger, given the test findings and observations reported here, the trigger had to be pulled or depressed sufficiently to release the fully cocked or retracted a hammer of the evidence revolver and the prosecutors on the case have already said they'd refiled charges that they found out the gun was working properly and he did pull the trigger.
So this is big news of the Baldwin family. They'll probably get in their car and drive to Vermont again and make a shopping stop someplace to buy some new polo shirts and pants for Alec. Stop on the side of the road and talk to paparazzi and tell to stay clear. Blah blah blah blah blah. It's a huge breakthrough in this case. If it is determined that the gun did not malfunction, charges against mister Baldwin will proceed. Now. The charges have yet to be filed, but in LI mail last week it
was said that there will be a formal announcement soon. Quote I expect that decision to be forthcoming, Morrissey said, well, it's also forthcoming. I think. Is Hilaria Baldwin lying down, getting Alec hammered tonight and trying to have him knock her up again with another Baldwin He's does at number nine or ten. I've lost count who remembers all of this couldn't have happened to a
nicer woman. Her whole dream life, which she built by spreading her legs every other month since she first met Alec Baldwin is burning down right before her very how you say eyes? Yes, what a day? What a day? What a day? And I didn't even get to Barack Obama admitting he used to fantasize about having sex with men in letters he wrote to an ex girlfriend in college. It's true, why shouldn't we believe that? But the
way the world is turning. Barack Obama, he asked me, always acted and looked a little off to me, a little Fay, a little Beta, and marrying big Michelle who has trappis Ois that even John Cena ends. Excuse me. Then there's those two different men who came out when Barack was running for president who said they had oral sex with him. Everybody brushed it
off as two crazy people. Now they don't sound too crazy. Then there's the mysterious death of the handsome black White House chef, the strong swimmer who died in eight feet of water a couple of weeks back, and yet we still haven't heard the nine one one call. Barack Obama wasn't on the island that night, but he came back a few days later, up with his fingers bandons and his left eye blackened. What the hell's going on? Or how about all those times he would refer to Michelle as Mike, go look
it up, Go go. But that's not that crazy, right, because so many times I find myself calling my girlfriend Andrea Frank, get the fuck out of here. More on Barack Obama tomorrow, Do yourselves a favor. Those of you who haven't done it yet, go to the patroon dot com slash fame as a bitch and join the army with the general who always gets
things right and gets things first. Just ask Jamie Fox. I'm j Benza and that was your show for August seventeenth, twenty twenty three, a day the universe opened up for us, and that's a beautiful thing.