Put Down the Damn Television and Pick Up Your Life
So Brittney’s drunk (Or fucked up on something), and in the news again.
Personally, I don’t give two shits about Brittney Spears, Paris Hilton, Fred Thompson or any of the other Celebrity Hacks.
If any one of those people got run over by a bus, well, that may provide some evidence of a “Supreme Being,” but other than that, Yawn.
What continues to Confound, Upset, and Frighten me is how these people manage to stay in the Spotlight despite the fact they are Talentless, Morally Repugnant, Utterly Boring, Severely Disturbed, and did I mention Talentless?
(Please don’t say that by writing about her I’m contributing in any way to her fame. I’m fairly certain that even if I never mention her name again, she will still be in the “news” until the day she finally admits she died ten years ago, and allows someone to start shoveling dirt over her living grave).
What in the Fuck is Wrong With You People?
Turn off the Goddamned Television.
Turn it Off.
Right Fucking NOW!
Brittney is an American. True Blue American.
She’s no different than the millions of Men and Women in this country who get up every morning, look in the mirror, and then reach for a bottle of Jim Beam or a handful of Xanax.
I know some people say they like to follow her because she’s “So Fucked Up.”
At least that’s what they tell themselves.
But the truth is, she’s familiar. The only difference between Brittney, and your husband, boyfriend/girlfriend, mom, dad, son/daughter etc is that she’s famous, and has more money than she can count (Actually she has more fingers than she can count).
“Even the Rich are Fucked Up. They are just like me.”
Why is it that so many Americans worship the Wealthy?
Surely we know by now that the “American Dream” is a Cosmic Farce, and that Wealth/Fame are in no way linked to Talent, Hard Work or whatever other bullshit they told us in Grade School.
Brittney Spears has (Or had) Firm Tits, and is willing to Parade Her Camel Toe so the world can satisfy its Lolita Fantasies from a Safe Distance.
Oh, and we love a good “Tragedy” don’t we?
The pending Train Wreck that is _________ (Insert Name) makes us feel better about our own Banal Existence.
What a Fucking Cliche!
It doesn’t make you feel better, and it sure as shit doesn’t change anything.
There’s simply no need to “Wonder” why things are the way they are.
It’s Fucking Obvious.
As Josie Wales said, “Dyin’ ain’t much of a livin’ boy.”
I know several women who are not only more attractive than Brittney (Honestly, I don’t find Brit the least bit attractive), but they are Extremely Talented, and…wait for it…Educated to Boot!
My ex is a fine example. She wrote an entire Ballet in her head while I was on the couch reading Dr. Seuss.
Ever heard of Her?