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This is a tough one to call, but I sort of lean toward Spence's side. I don't like his politics or his mouth. Let's face it, there's nothing I like about Sean Penn except maybe (definitely) his wife. But if my family was sharing attic space and hadn't seen another soul, as the black water's rising and getting more toxic, and everyone's eyeing the cat as the next meal since we hadn't had food or water in a week, I wouldn't care less if it was Sean Penn, Sean Combs or Sean Young so long as it looked like I was going to survive. If the guy's just drawing publicity to himself and actually doing a little good and not getting in the way of more organized rescue attempts, I can't picture anyone saying, "Oh wait a second, you're Sean Penn. Uhhhhh sorry, but I think I'll wait for the next celebrity to come along and rescue me. C'mon kids get back out of the boat and give those water bottles back. Maybe Tim Robbins and Susan Sarandon will be by in their Donzi soon."
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