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Dozens more women accuse Ron Jeremy of rape and sexual assault over 20 years | Daily Mail Online
Ron Hyatt from Queens, New York never set-out to be in the porn business. He earned a B.A. (double major) degree in both Education and Theater Arts at Queens College and appeared destined for a rather noble, but boring career as a special education teacher. However not long after that, Ronnie Hyatt from Queens found himself on Van Nuys Blvd. in Sherman Oaks, California outside the door of World Modeling, run by a talent agent who went by the name Jim South. That was not his actual surname, but the former insurance agent and used car salesman from Dallas had the esteemed reputation as the largest source of porn talent in the western hemisphere, if not the planet or entire solar system. If any male bartender in L.A. was somewhat photogenic and packed a wallop between his legs, then Jim South could get him work in the porn industry. Women on the other hand, needed only to be somewhat attractive in a pole dancer's definition of the word, of legal age and consent to spread their legs and act aroused when a director called for action. Actual acting ability was never a mandatory requirement for success in the burgeoning porn industry. The year was 1977.
When Jim South first lay eyes on the short, stocky, hirsute special education teacher from New York he did an incredulous double-take, especially at his bold claim that he was an adult actor with a formal theater background. Fortunately at that moment Jim South also recalled he had received an unusual request that week from a director for a part he found a little more difficult to cast. He rummaged through his desk drawer and eventually found the guy's phone number. The director needed an actor endowed with some penile and rudimentary comedic acting skills-- they were shooting a porn flick which entailed some dialogue, stage timing and execution in addition to fucking. The forgettable movie was titled Can I Do It 'Till I need Glasses.
And Ronnie was hit. He had all the chutzpah of an accomplished Jewish comedian in the Catskills. Moreover he could spring a hard-on of around 8" at the snap of a directing assistant's clap board. Soon he earned a reputation in the industry as a funny, personable, porn actor with a long, skinny cock who was everybody's favorite porn second-fiddle. Ron Hyatt (now Ron Jeremy) was on his way to superstardom via the most unlikely of vehicles, porn movies and videos. It was fame that would last for decades.
Today Ron Jeremy's magical mystery life tour has taken him to a small, windowless jail cell in Los Angeles, unable to post a bail that's been set as high-- or higher-- than for mass murders or Colombian drug lords. Think Pablo Escobar. He is accused of acts of perversion so profound and disgusting that Skippy the assistant district attorney could scarcely contain his glee reading them out in-court. Seemingly each day more and more women have found the "courage" to come forward and reveal that Ron Jeremy squeezed, slobbered, smooched their breast and/or performed sexual acts that made Harvey Weinstein look like a saint. Or at least a Jewish version of one. I venture the Los Angeles district attorney's office hasn't searched hard enough. Ronnie has probably had intimate relations with innumerable women north of the arctic circle in Alaska and the Ross Ice Shelf down in Antarctica. But I guess they have to cut the number off at some arbitrary number under a hundred.
If he's convicted he could be sentenced for as long as 250-years.
Ron Hyatt from Queens, New York never set-out to be in the porn business. He earned a B.A. (double major) degree in both Education and Theater Arts at Queens College and appeared destined for a rather noble, but boring career as a special education teacher. However not long after that, Ronnie Hyatt from Queens found himself on Van Nuys Blvd. in Sherman Oaks, California outside the door of World Modeling, run by a talent agent who went by the name Jim South. That was not his actual surname, but the former insurance agent and used car salesman from Dallas had the esteemed reputation as the largest source of porn talent in the western hemisphere, if not the planet or entire solar system. If any male bartender in L.A. was somewhat photogenic and packed a wallop between his legs, then Jim South could get him work in the porn industry. Women on the other hand, needed only to be somewhat attractive in a pole dancer's definition of the word, of legal age and consent to spread their legs and act aroused when a director called for action. Actual acting ability was never a mandatory requirement for success in the burgeoning porn industry. The year was 1977.
When Jim South first lay eyes on the short, stocky, hirsute special education teacher from New York he did an incredulous double-take, especially at his bold claim that he was an adult actor with a formal theater background. Fortunately at that moment Jim South also recalled he had received an unusual request that week from a director for a part he found a little more difficult to cast. He rummaged through his desk drawer and eventually found the guy's phone number. The director needed an actor endowed with some penile and rudimentary comedic acting skills-- they were shooting a porn flick which entailed some dialogue, stage timing and execution in addition to fucking. The forgettable movie was titled Can I Do It 'Till I need Glasses.
And Ronnie was hit. He had all the chutzpah of an accomplished Jewish comedian in the Catskills. Moreover he could spring a hard-on of around 8" at the snap of a directing assistant's clap board. Soon he earned a reputation in the industry as a funny, personable, porn actor with a long, skinny cock who was everybody's favorite porn second-fiddle. Ron Hyatt (now Ron Jeremy) was on his way to superstardom via the most unlikely of vehicles, porn movies and videos. It was fame that would last for decades.
Today Ron Jeremy's magical mystery life tour has taken him to a small, windowless jail cell in Los Angeles, unable to post a bail that's been set as high-- or higher-- than for mass murders or Colombian drug lords. Think Pablo Escobar. He is accused of acts of perversion so profound and disgusting that Skippy the assistant district attorney could scarcely contain his glee reading them out in-court. Seemingly each day more and more women have found the "courage" to come forward and reveal that Ron Jeremy squeezed, slobbered, smooched their breast and/or performed sexual acts that made Harvey Weinstein look like a saint. Or at least a Jewish version of one. I venture the Los Angeles district attorney's office hasn't searched hard enough. Ronnie has probably had intimate relations with innumerable women north of the arctic circle in Alaska and the Ross Ice Shelf down in Antarctica. But I guess they have to cut the number off at some arbitrary number under a hundred.
If he's convicted he could be sentenced for as long as 250-years.
