This is the way of the "entertainment world." Their next door neighbor could drop dead. An uncle or aunt could get hit by a car. Somebody's cat could be lost. Who the fuck cares. But "keep her in your thoughts and prayers."
Yeah? Because she's the DAUGHTER of a mediocre and annoying celebrity and her shit-for-brains husband? Sorry, I have more important things to do.
Like knitting a sampler with "God Save Whitney's Daughter" on it. NOT.
This is what's trending on Farcebook?
I suppose the grand irony here, is that Shitney herself was found unresponsive in a bathtub. Ooooh. Fate! Oooooh. GOD has spoken! (Not Allah, he's busy smiling at Arabs beheading people).
You can't help feeling old when you realize that the world couldn't give a damn about John Lennon anymore, and most are sassing that he only wrote "Imagine" which wasn't even very good. It was, in fact, sacrilege.
But Shitney? The human car alarm? She sang "I-yeee I-yeeeeeee I-yeeeee will always lo-ah-oh-ah-oh-ov yewwwwww."
And other masterpieces.
The level of celebrity angst these days is over-the-top for under-achievers. Any time some non-entity sasses another, or there's a wardrobe malfunction, or they need a cyst removed from their asshole, it's "pray for them" and front page news. And if they're in the hospital? Or actually die? Well...
New Jersey went into a state of mourning with flags at half-mast when Whitney died. Really. She was from fucking New Jersey so they acted like she was a senator or something.
Tell somebody to go see "Selma" and learn about Dr. King, and they yawn. Mention Buddy Holly and "the day the music died" and you get a stare of incredulity. Even redneck fat-assed Elvis fans are being mocked for caring about that idiot when there's poor Tiger Woods with a missing tooth, or Gwyneth Paltrow to talk about steaming her vagina. And if some drummer who worked on a CSN&Y album dies...wow, how CAN you go on?
So Whitney's her brave, brave daughter continued on her "journey." Until today. Will she live? Die? KEEP HER IN YOUR THOUGHTS says some well-meaning jerk with nothing better to do.
We can only hope that being "unresponsive" in a bathtub for a few hours only means she needs a slap on her bare ass from the right doctor. Not the one that treated Michael Jackson. Or her mother. Attach the electrodes. Pray for her. After all, she's...uh she's not even an entertainer. It's not like she's Joan Rivers and was charging through life making people laugh and think.
The world of celebrity just gets more idiotic, and we're supposed to care. Sorry, there are just too many idiots out there dividing my time up. I'm supposed to care and pray that Lindsay Lohan gets her act together? That some other crazy child star, Amanda Bynes, doesn't throw another bong out a window?
Oh yes, and that Kim Kardashian has another baby. And that Bruce Jenner safely gets his balls snipped off. Anything else? Stephen Fry should have a lovely honeymoon. Russell Brand should marry another ridiculous bimbo singer and then make fun of her after he walks out. God bless Cummysnatch and his noble efforts to have every gay who died before we became enlightened about how normal anal sex is, posthumously get awarded an OBE or something. Pray for Sharon Osbourne for some reason or other...her tits are probably acting up. If not hers, then Tara Reed's. And let's hope Sam Smith wins an award. Whew. How DOES the POPE keep up with all the celebrities he should pray for? Especially when I'm telling him, "keep EVERY d-list celeb and their spawn in your thoughts."
You know what's "unresponsive?" The brains of most people, and the tub they call a skull is loaded with dirty water.
SOCIAL MEDIA EVERYONE...TRENDING ON TWITTER EVERYONE...THE MARCH OF THE SANCTIMONIOUS D-LISTERS is on...
They didn't care about the latest ISIS beheading. They didn't TWEET about the death of the grand Rod McKuen the Lord of the Flyweights. They didn't tweet about hundreds of tragedies and injustices. But THIS is something to KEEP IN YOUR THOUGHTS.
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