VIACOM waste of space: senile SUMNER REDSTONE

It's nice when a REAL magazine or newspaper can pay a reporter to investigate a problem.

It's hilarious when the problem involves a nasty scumbag like Sumner Redstone, the filthy rich CEO of VIACOM.

Here he is, a rheumy-eyed old wreck who can think of nothing else but TWAT. Yeah, he may have made decisions on hundreds of TV shows and movies, and been responsible for both culture and "pop culture," but in the end...shriveled and pathetic...all he wants is WHORE SNATCH.

ALL HE LIVES FOR IS PUTA PUSSY.

In a few years Rupert Murdoch is going to look this deflated and pathetic, and all he'll want is having Jerry Hall spread her thighs and waft over the scent of another man's jizz in her slit. Mmmm, he'll breathe in deeply, hoping it won't be his last breath. Scared shitless (or scared into shitting his pants) that he will die in the night, nothing but an inert pile of fetid meat to be boxed up or charred and flung to the wind.

Like so many of these old jerks, Sumner Redstone doesn't want to watch a movie, go to a museum, or even have top stars come over and sing or do stand-up. Nope. He wants CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT and CUNT. The more that women can't stand him the more he demands them.

For years, VIACOM was notorious for being so fucking rich and obnoxious, they didn't even care about piracy. I remember a cunt over there who was very snotty. She was told how GOOTUBE idiots were posting entire episodes of "I Love Lucy" and "The Odd Couple" and tons of movies, too. "It doesn't harm us much," she sassed.

Told she could get an intern to file takedowns and bring some order, and it wouldn't cost more than minimum wage a few hours a week, she loudly said "NO." She wasn't going to deputize anyone to help, either. Then she made a point of saying she had more time since she was off for a beauty parlor appointment for hair and nails, and then a fitting for the gown she was going to wear at some posh dinner event.

I was surprised when, years later, Viacom actually filed a lawsuit about copyright. It was a little LATE by then. All I can guess is that Sumner Redstone was wasting so much on whores, somebody figured it was important not to hemorrhage money and to actually protect licensing and DVD deals and Netflix negotiations.

How slimy and ridiculous is this toad-faced wreck? The once-feared Sumner Redstone is now barely able to move. Most days his eyes are glazed over. He's got a feeding tube in his guts. He might go on a sobbing jag, which is something that happens to a lot of helpless old dodderers who are on the verge of death.

Despite it all, when he's able to recognize a face or respond to a question, he starts mewling about CUNT. TWAT. SNATCH.

He has put whores on his payroll, $5,000 a month, JUST TO BE AVAILABLE. That means, if he's awake and wants to at least SEE a cunt, they should be there and shove their fish-slice in his face. If he wants to see two girls naked, they should be there. What's $10,000 a month? PLUS extras.

If the $5,000 is for hanging around, you can imagine the charges for actually doing anything. Maybe: $1,000 for an hour of him slobbering at crotch. $5,000 an hour for her to tuck his limp worm into her warm, hoodie-sized deadeye-socket and lap-dance a bit and pretend they're actually fucking. ("Not too hard, you'll break his femurs...")

One tattle-tale twat, a greasy taco named Manuela, actually calls herself an "ex-girlfriend." She "dated" him after Redstone's long-suffering bitch-wife Phyllis filed for divorce in 1999. Yeah, Manuela had it pretty soft.

Eventually she was so bored she gave up on trying to even PRETEND she could have sex with this ridiculous skeleton covered in saggy pudding. She went out and pimped for him. She told a reporter that he was “obsessive about wanting to have sex.”

And, when he isn't in a daze, he will still mumble KAH-KAH, KAH-KAH (meaning CUNT, CUNT) or Wahhh (TWAT) or Vagina (some dimly remembered woman named Regina).

What have we learned? That even the richest, most sophisticated men in the world only want two lumps and a few holes to play with. That ripping off, stealing, and ruthlessly cheating artists is supposed to be justified because the money that could be spent on a modest advance for a novel, is better spent on having a smelly cunt within sniffing distance...with that $5,000 going up by $10,000 or more to see it, feel it or fuck it.

Here's wishing you a dozen years of absolutely paralytic eye-open barely alive hell on earth agony, Redstone.