Something Fishy About these Stars

No, I'm not talking about Justa Beeper, who made headlines because he walked off stage in a snit.

I'm not talking about creepy Boy George, who replaced Tom Jones on a talent-challenged talent show and got huge publicity for joking about sleeping with Prince. (He slept with a Prince poster on his wall. Ha ha.)

I'm talking about something fishy with real stars...starfish.

There is no God (otherwise there would be no Isis or Palesteeeenians or Baptist churches run by anti-gay lunatics).

There IS a Mother Nature. She works in mysterious ways. She unleashes bizarre diseases. She creates cancers. She takes diseases that were once wiped out, like leukemia and bubonic plague, and brings 'em back just to "thin the herd." She creates, helped by mankind fucking with the air and water, massive storms that kill thousands at a time.

She also turns creatures into ticking time bombs. Frogs are coming down with incurable diseases. Bees are wasting away. Whales beach themselves. There are regular outbreaks that destroy chickens or turn cows insane. People commit suicide. People find themselves mysteriously afflicted with things that nobody ever heard of 30 years ago, from AIDS to Diverticulitis and Crohn's Disease and Alzheimer's. People are getting the flu, a virus, a fucking monkey ailment like ebola.

The STOOOOPID thing is that people who shrug about what happens to animals, are not too happy when they go for a check-up and discover THEY have gotten some insane disease that Big Pharma can't solve.

Or, as Joe Jackson sang it, "Everything gives you cancer." Ha ha ho ho hee hee. What else to do except go to Boot Sales, or spend your time being a Zinfuck Demento and giving away every Beach Boys and Clapton album till the Grim Reaper says "This way, you Nazi Levitt, and you Dutch Douche McClure..."