Today is a sad day...Blanche has passed away. I loved Rue. I am sad for her passing and for those who loved her (in real life). But, what I am thinking about as I see comments on celebrity deaths is kind of B.S., in my oppinion. Gary Coleman passed...all of a sudden this nasty tempered little man is a saint who carried people through their childhood. Anna Nicole passed...all of a sudden this poor woman who was the ass end of everyone's jokes is a beloved, little lost girl who tragically passed. Who knew all those pills and alcohol could do that to someone!? And, of course, Michael Jackson. Is it only me or does anyone else remember the whole child molester thing? I realize he was never convicted but ALL the cards were stacked in the guilty direction. Yeah, he was a musical and marketing genius but COME ON!!!!! Normal people don't have sleep overs with children who AREN'T their own!
So, I guess my bitch is that people die then become saints in the eyes of the general public.
Just thinking out loud...No big news to you, I'm sure.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
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