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It seems that Endeavor superagent and HuffPo powerblogger Ari Emanuel has already hit the creative wall. In just the sixth installment of his wildly popular "Ari's Frustration of the Day" (really, is there anyone in Hollywood who doesn't know what bug Ari is excising from his hindquarters on a particular day?) Emanuel's succumbed to madness, offering barely a nod to his reflexive Bush-bashing in the service of utter nonsense:

I’m very frustrated. And this time it’s personal. As you can no doubt tell from my posts, I’m not real big fan of the president or his administration. So anything that even remotely links me to them is irksome, to say the least. Especially something as close to me as my name.

For years I had to endure the unconscious connection people made between me and the Bush White House’s press secretary, Ari Fleischer. It’s happening to this day, with some HuffPost commentors saying that “Ari’s Frustration/Confusion of the Day” has led them to think that the other Ari was venting here. So you can imagine how happy I was when he left the administration — and the public eye (although he might make a comeback should Scooter go to trial).

Then I read in this morning’s paper that Dick Cheney has appointed his counsel, David Addington, to replace Libby as his chief of staff. My first thought was, Wasn’t that the name of Bruce Willis’s character on Moonlighting (actually it was David Addison). My second thought was, Here we go again! You see, Addington is my wife’s maiden name. I feel like Pacino in Godfather III: I keep trying to distance myself from any connection to this president… But just when I think I’m out, they pull me back in!

True, the man is merely an agent, and no one expects him to create anything of value on his own, but a Moonlighting reference and a clichéd Godfather III quote? If he's just going to phone it in like this, maybe he should downshift his output to a single frustration per week and spare himself the humiliation of having Endeavor's assistants whisper about how the old man's finally lost it.