If all that balloon boy shit from yesterday turns out to be attention whores using general public concern for the well-being of children that were just whoring for attention, for the first time in my life, I'm going to advocate a public mob gathering on somebody's front lawn.
With apologies to those of you that actually enjoy reality television, but Jeebus fucking Kryste. I'm sick of the age of instant celebrity, just add "reality" premise. I'm sick of useless pieces of shit like Jon and Kate being shoved in my face every fucking day just for going about the business of life. Celebrity stalking is bad enough when it involves people that actually have a talent for something and who are primarily famous for that said talent over the fact that they merely exist. Now we've got idiots who are famous just for letting a camera crew film their fucking every move, who then in turn crab to MORE cameras about how they don't have any privacy.
What the FUCK are we turning in to? We're either genuinely interested in watching the lives of white fucking trash unfold, or we're of such ridiculously low character that we've taken pleasure into tuning in to this shit just to feel better about ourselves. If you actually watch this crap to gratify stupid feelings of personal superiority, you are FUCKED UP.
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Yeah, I felt mild concern about the whole situation, then learned that the family had been on "Wife Swap" (after the kid was found safe). And I felt kind of let-down and used. (Hey, creeps! I PRAYED for your kids' safety!)
Jon and Kate can both take flying leaps off of a flaming diving board.
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My FO?
Cancer. Cancer can FUCK OFF. My mom lost a good friend of hers to cancer earlier this week.
Fuck off and die, cancer!
Ricki,
I'm not a parent, so I have no idea how I would feel. However, I'd like to think that if I'd just spent three hours worried that one of my children had plummeted 1500 feet to their almost certain death, my first reaction upon discovering they are safe and sound wouldn't be to run to every media outlet in the country.
They went on Larry King last night and there was a conversation between the parents and the kid that went something like this:
"Didn't you hear us calling your name all that time?"
"Yes."
"Why didn't you say something?"
"Because you said we were putting on a show."
In yet another interview, the dad tries to explain it and does so in a very unconvincing way. You can watch the video here. The really telling part? The kid starts puking halfway through the interview and dad just keeps on talking like there's nothing going on. If your kid was getting sick on national television - hell, getting sick ANYWHERE- wouldn't your first concern be his care? Dad barely bats an eye.
Parents, help me out here. I'm creeped by the way that kid's parents handled this.
And the guy defends himself saying "why would we fake this? What are we selling?" Um, why would you go on fucking "Wifeswap" when you had nothing to sell? It's not inconceivable for a person to crave the national spotlight. When you exploit your children to get it, it's friggin' disgusting.
Plus, he says he's peeved that people would even ask that it was a hoax. Suck it up, buster. You cost the taxpayers of your state and possibly the country a nice big chunk of money. It would have been worth it if it ultimately saved a child, but if it was all some kind of joke to get yet another 15 minutes of fame, we have the right to fucking know. In fact, we have the right to send you a BILL.
"'REALITY TV' Can Suck My Balls."
Hmm. Apparently we don't know you as well as we thought we did.
Yes to all of the above. It's getting utterly absurd. And as for that "family", if what I'm reading is at all accurate, someone DEFINITELY needs to be sent the bill, along with some tar and feathers. And maybe a baseball bat.
And CCFOAD. My thoughts and prayers for your Mom and her friend's family, Ricki.
These are hypothetical balls were talking here, Ken. ;)
I do want to be sensitive to these people if it all really was true, but more and more it's beginning to look like that's not the case.
And to second you CCFOAD, I'd like to add my thoughts and prayers to your mom and her friend's family as well. Cancer is a stupid bitch.
Um..."your" referring to Ricki...sorry.
Olympia Snow can fuck off. You FUCKING stupid FUCKING dripping extrusion of a FUCKING diseased whore's FUCKING twat, YOUR FUCKING CONSTITUENTS DO NOT FUCKING WANT THAT FUCKING ABORTION OF A FUCKING HEALTH-CARE FUCKING REFORM that is FUCKING MANDATORY FUCKING MEDICAID. Do you FUCKING not get what you just FUCKING DID, YOU FUCKING FART-BRAINED FUCKING BITCH? You FUCKING GAVE THE FUCKING COMMUNIST FUCKERS IN FUCKING CONGRESS THE FUCKING BIPARTISAN FUCKING COVERAGE THEY FUCKING WANTED! I'd wish getting fisted by Andre the Giant wearing a spiked gauntlet on you, but I wouldn't wish fisting you on anyone, you FUCKING diseased FUCKING sellout FUCKING DOCK SIDE FUCKING Obama FUCKING ass-sucking FUCKING asspie eating FUCKING WHORE.
That was righteous, HH! And I endorse it, wholeheartedly.
CCFOAD as well.
Me?
Take what HH said, apply to the majority of Congress (including all RINOs), add in Obama and his flying monkeys, cube it, throw in a gross of rusty chain saws, sprinkle on Parmesan cheese, douse with gasoline, and light it.
That's my FFO.
1 - Flu.
2 - Idiots.
That is all.
Yeah, aside from a few competition shows, I can do without the train wrecks. Even "The Soup" is just touching on certain "reality celebs" and moving on right away. If that doesn't tell you people have had enough, I don't know what will.
All the noisy new people that seem to have moved into my building in the last two weeks can fuck off. Who the fuck gets on a treadmill at 10 p.m.? Or if that's a clothes dryer, (a) something is WRONG, and (b) it's fucking 10 p.m. I come home to relax, not blast my TV to cover up nuisances.
This may seem petty, but whoever thought it was a great budgetary move not to serve coffee at a seminar can fuck off. You put us in a too-cold room, make us listen to a lot of information and look at some fairly lackluster slides, but we can't have some freakin' Folgers? That is just cruel. Next time, give us the heads-up and I'll borrow my mom's coffee urn.
And as always, CCFOAD. I'm sorry to hear about your mom's friend, Ricki.
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