"Let's Go to Sean Lennon's House" - Thanks Marisa Tomei-to heads

You remember Marisa Tomei? She's the one-note no-talent who played a dimwit shit-for-brains in "My Cousin Vinny," one of the way too many movies about lovably stupid Italian bitches. Ooh, the Mafia. Oooh, New Joisy. Or Brooklyn. Haw haw.

By association, the rich assholes who spawned Marisa have to be famous, too. So their little tiff with Sean Lennon gets into the media. So far, who cares, right? They aren't even D-list celebrities. And nobody owns an album with Sean singing on it. At least, they don't admit to it.

Obviously the Tomei-to brains decided to go hire a publicist so they can pressure Sean into settling their gripe with him, and getting some revenge because, gasp-gasp, he let a fucking tree's roots spread onto their property.

Ailanthus trees are one of the few that prosper in the city. I think "A Tree Grows in Brooklyn" may have been about one of these. These fucking things are like weeds. Not only do they grow fast, but in the summer, you can suddenly have slim, sprouting mini-trees all over your fucking yard. The underground roots "blossom" and if you're not fond of this fungus, which attracts flies, you have to start chopping 'em down. Otherwise you might not have enough clear space to sling a hammock.

OK, it's obnoxious for Sean to have not spent a fortune in fixing the tree (without killing it). But he's hardly ever home and his place is "under construction." So the red-faced Tomei-to bunch jumped the gun a bit. Media whores that they apparently are.

But what crosses the line is that the reports include the actual ADDRESS of Sean's home.

Let's remember who Sean's father WAS. And what happened to him.

So "jumping the gun" by pushing this story in the media is NOT a good idea. Especially with the publishing of Sean Lennon's home address.

Did you know Sean Lennon lived in Greenwich Village? Neither did I. Till now. Is some fucking Chapman asshole out there, suddenly sparking his insanity by thinking, "Ah, now I know where he lives..."

Jesus fuckin' Christ, MEDIA, have some fucking sense. You don't publish a celebrity's address!

This is especially insane when it involves the son of John Lennon.

John, you probably will recall, not only lived in a high-profile building that everyone knew about, but had a security guard on duty at all times. That security guard could do nothing to prevent John's death.

Sean lives in a private brownstone. There is no security guard.

The Media has no common sense, because the idiots who write for it are teenagers, interns, morons and fools. The editors are not much older or smarter. The experienced, crusty old editor is a thing of the past. Most get fired, or are forced into early retirement, because of budget problems. Their replacements are idiots who just want a good credit and don't care if they live with three other people in a one-bedroom apartment to make the rent.

The only surprise here is that the piece was fairly well written and researched, which usually isn't the case. Today's articles are mostly illiterate and full of typos. But why the FUCK publish the street address? It's not important to the story except..."hey, let's go over to Sean's place and look at the tree...and then speaking of vegetation, STALK him..."