Baldwin, who inadvertently turned a movie set into a crime scene, had the audacity to show up, not with a penitent heart, but with a red carpet smile, as if the tragic death of Halyna Hutchins was just another plot twist in his career saga. Dedicating the film's premiere to Hutchins, feels less like a tribute and more like a desperate bid to cleanse his record.
The trial, if you can call it that, was a sham. Baldwin walked away scot-free, thanks to what conservatives see as a clear case of justice bending for the Hollywood elite. The evidence was allegedly withheld, the prosecution fumbled, and Baldwin, with his high-priced legal squad, weaseled out of any real accountability.
Now here he is, promoting a film that should be a stark reminder of his negligence, yet instead, it's becoming another chapter in his unending book of self-promotion. Baldwin has managed to spin this tragedy into a narrative of resilience and tribute, all while dodging the consequences that any regular Joe would face. It's kick in the teeth to Hutchins' memory and to every American who values accountability over celebrity.
