Of mounties, men, and Ass-lee Simpson

So I just downloaded the shocking video of pop automaton Ass-lee Simpson doing the hokie pokie as her paper thin career goes up in flames. The real tragedy of this is that I partially bore witness to the event last satruday night, as I was technically in front of the television when the aforementioned blunder took place. Sadly, the booze had gotten the better of me by that time and the joyfull event passed over my glazed, half-shut lids without recognition.

Note: for those worried about the very real possibility that I would have suffered a painful and debilitating "crick" in either my neck or back from slumping grotesquely on the couch in an alcoholic haze, do not fret. I happily awoke at the cheery hour of 4 am and found my way to a proper bed sans "crick". Thanks for your thought's and prayers.

I believe that people get what they deserve...sometimes... er...sort of. You see Ass-lee Simpson no more deserves to step aboard the fame machine than her hack sister did, but barbie still has a place in America's heart, and apparently so does her kid sister. Let's look past the millions of dollars that are A.) being spent on creating the appearance of Ass-lee's talent B.) actually being paid to said "performer" for going through the motions, and C.) the pathetic pandering of media and music resources to shove this shit down the collective throats of American teenage girls. What we have here is God exercising his wrath. He has allowed the minions of Satan to build up another false Idol so that He could bitch slap this pagan whore to the cold concrete curb of reality. That reality being that she is a fraud, plain and simple. The real tragedy here is that there are millions of morons out there that actually believed that little sis had any type of tallent in the first place.

This is why I love to see hangers-on be destroyed by the game they so desperately want to play. Ozzie's children are the same way. Meerly famous by association and bloodlines. I am waiting for Kelly Osborn to get knocked up by her brother, so that I can toodle my fingers as ozzie chews the head off his illgotten grandchild. I will sit back and say "see the system does work!" The evil are punished and the righteous (like myself) are there to point our long slender fingers in a disapproving manner. Perhaps, I'm a enjoying this bit of career destruction a little too much.

On unrelated manners It seems that a good friend of mine has been assaulted by the mounties of Windsor, Canada. False accusations, american hate mongering, wrongful arrest, personal assault, and references to G-dub are the players in this tragedy. The story is a classic wrong place wrong time, minorities (this time americans in Canada) and cock-sure asshole cops (or rather mounties) style fiasco. I have to hang my head at the fact that the whole situation transpired in the first place. But then I have to clench my fist and shake in a northernly direction. Fuck you Canada! No body kicks my friends asses except me! Because of this great transgression, a slap in the face of america, I suggest that we as nation embrace another "Fuck the French" style hate campaign. No more Dave Coolier, canadian bacon, canada dry, or Expo's. I will make sure that the streets run sticky in the syrup of our northern neighbor. Retribution will be ours, Canada. So watch your back.

I love hatching manical plans that incorperate national campaigns of revenge. They always seem to cath on, like slap braclets and WWJD. I have to do some investigation as to how one posts links, pictures, and propaganda to kind of spice up the blog. Probably a smarter move would be to actually think before I write this trash, but that is precisely the type of shit canada wants me to do. I'd be playing right into their plans.

I'll recap the rantings of recent in case you have forgotten why you read this rubbish.

1) Fuck you Ass-lee. You deserve much, much worse.
2) Fuck you canadian mounties, you'll get yours.

Peace.