of course there is plenty to complain about in the crap extra and tmz puts on tv (at least tmz mocks itself, i mean, extra seems to take the crap seriously, like the inner thoughts of celebrities is serious news, but then, serious news is even worse crap these days... ignrance is american...
and i really thought sandra bullock was a smarter girl, but then, she did fall in love with a divorsed redneck macho man who's first wife was a porn star (who is not suing him for custody of their kid, real news, right), so i probably should have had a clue (as if i took meeting her seriously, right and the arbitrary nonsense is epitomized by th glorification of kate, who exploited her kids while her husband was vilified for not being as photogenic or cooperative with the cameras and the public sodomizing (figuratively speaking) of the octomom who doesn't even have a name just because she was poor and involved in a fertility doctor's medical mistake...
ambulance chasing lawyers, lying money-milking doctors, exploitation news reporters, and everyone falls in line in pop america only proving that absolute power corrupts people from power money celebrity hungry women who opened their legs for married men who travel around scoring one night stands because the women make it so easy for the men with brains in their penises (and claim they were in love abd deserve sympathy, i mean, they are pitifully transparent, but they chose to spread their legs and they chose to seek the celebrity by prostituting their story for the pop news media) to the men who are so rich that rules and rights and wrongs are meaningless from sex to bombing children to selling drugs under the guise of improving health (so why is there a war on drugs again?)...
but can you put on a little more make-up, i mean, i think i can still see just a sliver of the real you showing through...
and is hollywood taking bets on how long before heather locklear's twelve year old daughter is knocked up?... stoking down the runway with little boys throwing nickles up on the stage... sell that sex girl it may be all you have to offer the world, after all... or are you gonna be a big rock star? (i'll take my nickle back if you do, cha)...
i do miss theatre people though... real working performers busting gut and sweating it out on stage hour after hour in rehearsals and night after night (and matinees), now that is talent i respect... yeah, i know better than everyone, which is why i have the tv on so i can glance up and find all this crap to mock and complain about when i have nothing else do do before craig ferguson comes on to mock all the crap for me...
chow bella...
Showing posts with label celebrity abuse. Show all posts
Showing posts with label celebrity abuse. Show all posts
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Friday, February 19, 2010
everybody wants to fuck tiger's pussy
yeah, that's right, i said it as simply and bluntly and truthfully and plainly as words can do it... and of course everybody is a superlative exaggeration for emphasis, but the news media certainly act as though everybody wants and needs to know and talk about and tittilate and anger and disgust and amuse themselves compaining about all the pussy tiger got... self-righteous hypocrits pretending to have some right to invade a family's privacy and beat up on a perceived weakness as if it's some moral duty and noble virtue and not simply commercial television selling products and gossip as news (and news is a product to sell too)...
how can any truly honest honorable member of the fourth estate, the supposed noble keepers of the truth and news of the world that really matters in our lives, information that is important to peace and prosperity and happiness and security and humanity... how can they, with a straight face, pretend some sanctimonious commandment compels them to strip a man psychologically and emotionally naked against his will, quite literally rape a man publically in every way except bodily... how can these smiling faces pretending to care about us and every hero as long as they are on top winning do it?...
because they are lying hypocrites, that's how...
news is mostly gossip and the talking heads are masturbating for you, drooling idiots playing on your most primal fears and insecurities and prejudices and ignorance... giving you the literary representation of dirty laundry so you can feel like you are a rose... they might as well just start and end the news with just look at all this shit, now don't you feel better?...
but back to tiger's pussy...
do i think promising to be monogamous and then hiding the fact that you are not living monogomously from the person you promises is right?... no, but that does not give me the right to judge anyone else, no less to hound, stalk, and do everything possible to publically humiliate anyone else... am i defending tiger's decision to sleep around without asking his wife if an open marraige was ok with her?... no, but that does not make me or anyone else the sudden protector of tiger's family...
i'm surprised there haven't been cartoons or allusions to tiger with a bloody knife in his hand or jokes about finding a glove on his lawn... that would sure sell the news, wouldn't it?... and let's not pretend that tearing down a blank man married to a white model is not part of the corrupt lying american psyche...
and what's it about, cheating?... no way, everybody cheats all the time... you return every dollar you find on the street or are given as extra change at a store or even try to?... you look for every deduction on your tax returns, even the stretched ones?... how old are you, really?... do you tell?... do you do everything you say you are going to do every time?... you never lie?... and even if everybody does not cheat or lie sometime (we can pretend there are perfect people in the world), who really cares about how tiger's wife feels?... did you care the day before you were told by publicity hungry gold diggers that they willingly spread their legs for a married man (as if tiger was the first and they were somehow pure and innocent until they met him)?... you probably didn't even know her name...
no, it's the puritanical fear of your own bodies, it's your stupid fear of sexuality that has you all on the edge of your seat oogling every word and image of tiger and his harem... it's your secret wish to be like him too (yeah boys, pretend that's not true all you want, the locker room knows better)... it is your fear of sex and the hypocritical condemnation of sexuality... condemn it all you want, but you pay big money to watcch it at the movies and what is selling you all the crap you buy?...
sex...
if you had an ounce of honest common sense, you'd get past your fear of nudity and sex not just cuz it is stupid, but because it condemns you and everyone, most espectially women and children, to abuse and death...
people who are so afraid of sex that they cannot become aroused when the relationship is anywhere near equal or when there is any mature acknowledgement of the sexual act become perverts, rapists, child molesters, and worse... that way they don't have to overcome their fear of openly sharing an equal physical relationship where they don't have all the power and they don't have to risk a partner with experience asking for more than they can give physically, emotionally, or any way...
people who are so afraid of sex become control freaks and moral activitists butting into everyone else's life as a way of avoiding the lack of intimacy in their own... condemning others and complaining on tv and the internet fills the time and distracts them from the emptiness in their lives because they are afraid of intimacy...
it is the fear that creates the pain and suffering and madness... not the sex... but then, you'd have to be less afraid than you are to know that... your reaction to this entry will let you know just how afraid of sex you are...
and tiger?... he's just the latest car accident you've stopped to gawk at... the latest soap opera you escape into... the latest exploited celebrity you love to tear down... if it makes you feel better about yourself to jump on the judgmental bandwagon, that is sad...
you just want tiger to bend over for you...
does that make you feel better?...
it does make you a peeping tom...
how dare he?... how dare you...
barf.
how can any truly honest honorable member of the fourth estate, the supposed noble keepers of the truth and news of the world that really matters in our lives, information that is important to peace and prosperity and happiness and security and humanity... how can they, with a straight face, pretend some sanctimonious commandment compels them to strip a man psychologically and emotionally naked against his will, quite literally rape a man publically in every way except bodily... how can these smiling faces pretending to care about us and every hero as long as they are on top winning do it?...
because they are lying hypocrites, that's how...
news is mostly gossip and the talking heads are masturbating for you, drooling idiots playing on your most primal fears and insecurities and prejudices and ignorance... giving you the literary representation of dirty laundry so you can feel like you are a rose... they might as well just start and end the news with just look at all this shit, now don't you feel better?...
but back to tiger's pussy...
do i think promising to be monogamous and then hiding the fact that you are not living monogomously from the person you promises is right?... no, but that does not give me the right to judge anyone else, no less to hound, stalk, and do everything possible to publically humiliate anyone else... am i defending tiger's decision to sleep around without asking his wife if an open marraige was ok with her?... no, but that does not make me or anyone else the sudden protector of tiger's family...
i'm surprised there haven't been cartoons or allusions to tiger with a bloody knife in his hand or jokes about finding a glove on his lawn... that would sure sell the news, wouldn't it?... and let's not pretend that tearing down a blank man married to a white model is not part of the corrupt lying american psyche...
and what's it about, cheating?... no way, everybody cheats all the time... you return every dollar you find on the street or are given as extra change at a store or even try to?... you look for every deduction on your tax returns, even the stretched ones?... how old are you, really?... do you tell?... do you do everything you say you are going to do every time?... you never lie?... and even if everybody does not cheat or lie sometime (we can pretend there are perfect people in the world), who really cares about how tiger's wife feels?... did you care the day before you were told by publicity hungry gold diggers that they willingly spread their legs for a married man (as if tiger was the first and they were somehow pure and innocent until they met him)?... you probably didn't even know her name...
no, it's the puritanical fear of your own bodies, it's your stupid fear of sexuality that has you all on the edge of your seat oogling every word and image of tiger and his harem... it's your secret wish to be like him too (yeah boys, pretend that's not true all you want, the locker room knows better)... it is your fear of sex and the hypocritical condemnation of sexuality... condemn it all you want, but you pay big money to watcch it at the movies and what is selling you all the crap you buy?...
sex...
if you had an ounce of honest common sense, you'd get past your fear of nudity and sex not just cuz it is stupid, but because it condemns you and everyone, most espectially women and children, to abuse and death...
people who are so afraid of sex that they cannot become aroused when the relationship is anywhere near equal or when there is any mature acknowledgement of the sexual act become perverts, rapists, child molesters, and worse... that way they don't have to overcome their fear of openly sharing an equal physical relationship where they don't have all the power and they don't have to risk a partner with experience asking for more than they can give physically, emotionally, or any way...
people who are so afraid of sex become control freaks and moral activitists butting into everyone else's life as a way of avoiding the lack of intimacy in their own... condemning others and complaining on tv and the internet fills the time and distracts them from the emptiness in their lives because they are afraid of intimacy...
it is the fear that creates the pain and suffering and madness... not the sex... but then, you'd have to be less afraid than you are to know that... your reaction to this entry will let you know just how afraid of sex you are...
and tiger?... he's just the latest car accident you've stopped to gawk at... the latest soap opera you escape into... the latest exploited celebrity you love to tear down... if it makes you feel better about yourself to jump on the judgmental bandwagon, that is sad...
you just want tiger to bend over for you...
does that make you feel better?...
it does make you a peeping tom...
how dare he?... how dare you...
barf.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
blog names
the irreverence of the title of this blog may have been tainted by an entry or two along the way cuz it is possible that an occasional meaningful complaint might slip out of my head and that in itself may be fodder for a future complain as valid as any, but on the other hand, with even the most profoundly meaningful complaint or story or thought or anything, if nobody ever reads it, how meaningful can it be... rhetorical questions aside, this complaint is about the shameless waste of great blog names...
imagine, if you will, a blog named IMAGINE... seriously, would that not be a perfectly exquisite challenge for anyone interested in writing a blog?... especially a blog that has some imagination...
imagination, you say?... you see, it seems that back in 2000 when blogger began, some clever kids stopped by with the idea of creating a blog and they scooped up some of the absolutely most bestest blog names and then, NEVER USED THEM...
yes, shouting in bold, this obviously strikes the blogger's nerve...
people come along and kill great ideas and leave them for others to trip over, like so many dead bodies on the web, and we can do nothing with the corpses except ignore them...
later, i may expand on this as i am searching for some blog names for new blogs (yes, more new blogs... cuz every idea deserves a blog, even the not so great ones... thing is, the idea and the blog must CONTINUE dangit... unless, of course, the blog writer dies and did not make arrangements for anyone to have the password to continue, or at least pass the blog on to someone who wants to continue)...
NEW RULE!... in order to create a blog, every blogger must create an entry scheduled for five years in the future... that entry must contain the bloggers current and valid user name and password to that blog... if the scheduled date is approaching and the blogger is still alive and active, the scheduled date should be changed to another future scheduled date so that when the blogger does finally die or abandon the blog name, another can continue the blog or use the name (under stipulation that the previous incarnation of blog with that name is preserved in archives)... yes, this is the first rule of blogging in the universe...
i'll let you know when my universe opens...
worse than wasting the name are the bloggers who did not leave comments on when they abandoned their blogs... so no one can leave a comment encouraging them to use the blog or beg for transfer of the name to someone (like me) who wants to use the name... shameful waste, typical of humans who must have the lowest level of insight and forethought, not to mention awareness, conscious or not, and imagination, of any sentient species in any universe (though the vogons and a few others could possibly have humans beat in some areas)...
yes, even the promising title musings from the imagine nation (circa 2004) is empty, a clear sign of the void between human ears (you do see how this particular complaint can rant on indefinitely and grow into a series of books based on the foibles and carelessness of bloggers, no less writers and nomenclature specialists (and amateurs) everywhere, don’t you?… shhhhh, don’t tell anyone cuz they’ll steal the idea and make millions and not even thank me with a based on the idea by… credit or a percentage of the gross… so I hereby and forthwith copyright all creative writes to the concept, idea, thought, and any tangible production of the flow of words that could be based on (however loosely) this initial complaint (this claim to rights is all inclusive, that is to including book, magazine, graphic novel, film, movie, internet, ebook, music, painting and art in any medium, and bathroom reading rights and not excluding any rights that I did not list here)…
meanwhile, back in the stupid waste of great blog name wars (not to be confused with star wars, which I lay no claim to), even the unknown bianca (who I do not believe to be a breath freshening product), left the modified imagine-nation (the hyphen has saved many a great blog name from obscure death) to fallow and squander in oblivion since 2005… what may be an even more frightening sign of the emptiness between human ears is that I was just the twelfth (yes, 12th) person even looking to use the blog name since it was so carelessly killed by the one simply known as bianca…
it just gets worse the more you look… even the precious name imagina (which has so many wondrous {and devious} possibilities on so many levels, even if your name is not gina) was absconded back in 2001 by a spaniard! no less (or at least someone writing in what appears to be some sort of Spanish looking language), which was clearly a warning from the princess bride not headed in the blogosphere by jules rimet, IF that is his real name and photo (and don’t let his name fool you, he is obviously a spaniard by any measure of the imagina) so brazenly flaunting his minimal use of the name (not to mention his obvious distain for any english speaking audience in his deliberate choice to avoid using the blogger translation feature)… of course if there is cleverness sprinkled through his few hundred entries he might be forgivable, especially if he is still living and willing to turn over the great name to someone who can make sufficientmockery use of it… but since he almost commits the criminal sin of abandonment without linkage or commentary (note the broken link in the most recent entry), forgiveness might take some groveling, naturally, however I did find a sneakily hidden link to comments just above the title of his entries that allowed me to leave a comment (which I courteously translated into Spanish for him using free translator service which is part of the wonderful free language services offered by itools.com, proud sponsor of meaningless complaints, this free complaint blog you are reading, even if they don’t know it yet, even if you are not reading it yet)… not to mention the double and triple entendres, aye?...
yes, I know…
and now, like any good dog chasing it’s tail, or tale, for that matter, we’ll leave imaginea alone for the moment (in spite of the brazen theft of the name of my home continent, but that’s another story... i was at least able to simply leave a comment, though in what language i'd have had to translate it, well... as i said, we'll leave these complications for another time), though surely goodness and mercy and more is bound to follow in this theme, at the moment I will upload this entry and move along to the next distraction in my adhd journey through life, liberty, and the pursuits of whatever comes along…
may we enjoy our complaints, for at times, they are all we have…
imagine, if you will, a blog named IMAGINE... seriously, would that not be a perfectly exquisite challenge for anyone interested in writing a blog?... especially a blog that has some imagination...
imagination, you say?... you see, it seems that back in 2000 when blogger began, some clever kids stopped by with the idea of creating a blog and they scooped up some of the absolutely most bestest blog names and then, NEVER USED THEM...
yes, shouting in bold, this obviously strikes the blogger's nerve...
people come along and kill great ideas and leave them for others to trip over, like so many dead bodies on the web, and we can do nothing with the corpses except ignore them...
later, i may expand on this as i am searching for some blog names for new blogs (yes, more new blogs... cuz every idea deserves a blog, even the not so great ones... thing is, the idea and the blog must CONTINUE dangit... unless, of course, the blog writer dies and did not make arrangements for anyone to have the password to continue, or at least pass the blog on to someone who wants to continue)...
NEW RULE!... in order to create a blog, every blogger must create an entry scheduled for five years in the future... that entry must contain the bloggers current and valid user name and password to that blog... if the scheduled date is approaching and the blogger is still alive and active, the scheduled date should be changed to another future scheduled date so that when the blogger does finally die or abandon the blog name, another can continue the blog or use the name (under stipulation that the previous incarnation of blog with that name is preserved in archives)... yes, this is the first rule of blogging in the universe...
i'll let you know when my universe opens...
worse than wasting the name are the bloggers who did not leave comments on when they abandoned their blogs... so no one can leave a comment encouraging them to use the blog or beg for transfer of the name to someone (like me) who wants to use the name... shameful waste, typical of humans who must have the lowest level of insight and forethought, not to mention awareness, conscious or not, and imagination, of any sentient species in any universe (though the vogons and a few others could possibly have humans beat in some areas)...
yes, even the promising title musings from the imagine nation (circa 2004) is empty, a clear sign of the void between human ears (you do see how this particular complaint can rant on indefinitely and grow into a series of books based on the foibles and carelessness of bloggers, no less writers and nomenclature specialists (and amateurs) everywhere, don’t you?… shhhhh, don’t tell anyone cuz they’ll steal the idea and make millions and not even thank me with a based on the idea by… credit or a percentage of the gross… so I hereby and forthwith copyright all creative writes to the concept, idea, thought, and any tangible production of the flow of words that could be based on (however loosely) this initial complaint (this claim to rights is all inclusive, that is to including book, magazine, graphic novel, film, movie, internet, ebook, music, painting and art in any medium, and bathroom reading rights and not excluding any rights that I did not list here)…
meanwhile, back in the stupid waste of great blog name wars (not to be confused with star wars, which I lay no claim to), even the unknown bianca (who I do not believe to be a breath freshening product), left the modified imagine-nation (the hyphen has saved many a great blog name from obscure death) to fallow and squander in oblivion since 2005… what may be an even more frightening sign of the emptiness between human ears is that I was just the twelfth (yes, 12th) person even looking to use the blog name since it was so carelessly killed by the one simply known as bianca…
it just gets worse the more you look… even the precious name imagina (which has so many wondrous {and devious} possibilities on so many levels, even if your name is not gina) was absconded back in 2001 by a spaniard! no less (or at least someone writing in what appears to be some sort of Spanish looking language), which was clearly a warning from the princess bride not headed in the blogosphere by jules rimet, IF that is his real name and photo (and don’t let his name fool you, he is obviously a spaniard by any measure of the imagina) so brazenly flaunting his minimal use of the name (not to mention his obvious distain for any english speaking audience in his deliberate choice to avoid using the blogger translation feature)… of course if there is cleverness sprinkled through his few hundred entries he might be forgivable, especially if he is still living and willing to turn over the great name to someone who can make sufficient
yes, I know…
and now, like any good dog chasing it’s tail, or tale, for that matter, we’ll leave imaginea alone for the moment (in spite of the brazen theft of the name of my home continent, but that’s another story... i was at least able to simply leave a comment, though in what language i'd have had to translate it, well... as i said, we'll leave these complications for another time), though surely goodness and mercy and more is bound to follow in this theme, at the moment I will upload this entry and move along to the next distraction in my adhd journey through life, liberty, and the pursuits of whatever comes along…
may we enjoy our complaints, for at times, they are all we have…
Saturday, December 19, 2009
the news
they take tiger woods apart, but is mel gibson teflon?... or are we so sick as a society that we prefer to destroy the biggest hero/icon we can find and all the others fall by the wayside… the news around here, so fixated on casey anthony for so many months, suddenly cannot go more than seven seconds without gloating in faux moral outrage over all the rumours about tiger mostly pushed by obviously gold-digging celebrity sluts who are basking in the limelight of their 15 minutes of fame for opening their legs… prostitution is so legal when there’s enough money involved…
that's right, you can't get enough of the sleazy titillation, can you america... yes, you lead the world in bogus moral self-righteousness and hypocrisy and it turns my stomach when i take it seriously so i don't...
I’d rather watch craig ferguson…
that's right, you can't get enough of the sleazy titillation, can you america... yes, you lead the world in bogus moral self-righteousness and hypocrisy and it turns my stomach when i take it seriously so i don't...
I’d rather watch craig ferguson…
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