I’m losing faith in the world. I mean, it’s clear that I’ve already lost faith about a LOT of things, but I’m getting a lot closer to believing that the world really and truly is hopeless. I’m also starting to think there’s no God, no justice, and no divine retribution. It’s like Al Pacino said in “The Devil’s Advocate”—God is an absentee landlord.
Take, for instance, Paris Hilton. I don’t get it. Never, ever has there been a more worthless and vacuous waste of air than this person’s existence (and that includes me AND Rumer Willis combined). Paris is the epitome of white trash with money. However, in today’s society, she’s thin, she wears designer clothes, she’s on every tabloid newspaper and in the news—the very fact that I’m writing a commentary that includes her name—somehow makes her a celebrity worth emulating.
Today, I read yet another article about her and her skank friend Kim Kardashian (she of butt and boobs and pole dancing). Apparently Paris was on a radio station and said she’d never want Kim’s butt because it looks like cottage cheese in a trash bag.
If Paris were someone you knew personally, you’d stay the hell away. Doesnt’ that sound like something a high school girl would say? This chick is 27!
Time after time, Paris proves she’s slime. There’s the sex tape. There’s the trashy friends. There’s dancing on tables with no panties. There are the professional flops (music and movies). There’s living on Daddy’s money. The rumors of STDs (and spreading them). There’s stupid expressions like, “That’s hot” (oh, my dear Lord if I hear that again I’m going to punch someone!). She even did jail time.
Honestly—if it wasn’t for her daddy’s money, she would be someone society would AVOID. Instead, I’m bombarded with photos and stories everywhere about what she does, thinks, or says. Everyone treats her like a celebrity. Hey, when she was in jail, she got out early because she supposedly had claustrophobia and being in her cell was too stressful. Whaaa?
For God’s Sake people, I’m BEGGING here. Please let Paris go. Stop paying the photographers for photos and video of her. Stop paying her to make movies. Stop letting her into the music studio to sing. Stop inviting her to events and screenings. Please let her go away.
Although I have long believed that the Book of the Revelation in the Bible is a story about the persecution of early Christians, I’m starting to think… maybe it’s not. This could be a sign of the end of the world—the Whore of Babylon. Anybody check the back of her head for a triple six?
"If you don't like the road you're walking, start paving another one."
—Dolly Parton
