The strange thing about this is, I started writing an article for World News Vine today about the awkward, strange looking weirdo, our Foreign Secretary David Milliband… How I ended up here I have no idea, but between watching music TV and Modern Warfare 2 breaks, this is what happened.
Years ago you had to be genuinely talented to be famous… Now all it takes is stepping out a car with no pants on, and the media is debating who has the best looking vagina, and asking questions of the sanity of someone who would do such a thing, but never a criticism of the scumbag lying on the road pointing his camera up the skirt of anyone passing… Sleeping with a famous person can now make you more famous than the person you slept with, and god forbid you have a child with a famous person… That child will be paraded in magazines, and trailed about town… Today’s celebrity child is the tiny dog of 5 years ago, only we will be forced to watch these ones grow because they can’t drown a child when they get bored with it, like Paris did with Tinkerbell.
We have become so obsessed with celebrity that we look to them in times of tragedy and despair, only this week we have been subjected to more selfless celebs lending their vocals to a rehash of ‘everybody hurts’ by REM… In aid of the people of Haiti… Fear not Haitians, your house is gone, your family is dead, you are all alone… But at least Susan Boyle is singing a really badly chosen song for you… And it’s not only SUBO, but all the other halfwits who signed their soul over to the Dark Prince Simon Cowell, a man who would probably cause a tragedy just so he could release a record full of his recording artists, in tribute. I don’t mean to sound overly cynical, but there is no other way to look at this… Like Bob Geldof before him, I’d say that although there is some altruism involved, these people do projects like this to get their name involved… Thankfully, so far, I have yet to hear the song or see the video, but I can imagine what it will be like.
That aside, these days the British public debate celebrity like it has any importance in the bigger picture, tabloids fuel this with things like ‘Text Maniacs’ in the Daily Star. This is where you can get an idea of just how bad things have become, these people are indeed maniacs, and if most of them had their way Britain would be rid of the immigrants, and Jeremy Clarkson would be PM… Don’t get me wrong, I sometimes enjoy ‘Top Gear’, of which Clarkson is the presenter, but to suggest that such a small minded, xenophobic imbecile should run the country only shows how small minded and xenophobic you really are… Imbecile.
There are too many people in Britain who hate immigrants, which is a problem for me because my family sought refuge in the UK after WW2... And anyway, these people don’t seem to mind immigrants when they are cheering on their favourite footy team, which has more immigrants than they are usually comfortable around. Like they have no problem spending food money on a football strip adorned with some foreigners name, that they wear with jeans, tucked in… . I would gladly swap all these people, anyone who hates immigrants, or love celebs to the point of suggesting they run our country, with the indigenous people of some undiscovered island, who can’t speak the language, have never even seen a white guy, or heard of clothes, or sky TV, or toilet paper, or jewellery, or Jordan and Peter, or Simon Cowell, or Britney’s vagina, or breast implants, or sports… People whose idea of fast food is a really tasty looking wild cat, or an endangered bird of some sort that PETA would give their lives for, maybe an experiment like that would show us just how ridiculous we have become, ironically it would make a great reality TV show, maybe it would point out the exact moment we decided that some horrid, talent less, big breasted, ugly slut and her spoilt, ugly ass children became a bigger, more important news item than the thousands of people killed in our name in the last 8 years, or the millions of Brits who live in poverty and on the streets.
Where are the “special collectors editions” of magazines like “OK” or “Heat” for the people who have died defending the country that you so vehemently claim as yours and yours only… That’s right, those collectors editions are reserved for the dead celebrities, some talented, some untalented and some downright disgusting, racist and ignorant people like Jade Goody.
