Burn, Hollywood, Burn
Can't we just say enough's enough when it comes to the news coverage of fires in California? Look, this happens every year, the Santa Anas start raging and fires go a-burnin'. If you don't want your house to be destroyed in flames, then don't live in Southern California. Matter of fact, if you don't like fires, earthquakes, strong winds, unrelenting heat, tofu, fitness nuts, or Mormons, then SoCal is just not the the place for you. Shit, all that and it's still so wildly populated. The people who live there are idiots. The only upside is, well, it's not Alabama.
So I don't care if Rob Lowe's house is in danger; it can do just like his career and burn to nothing. Kevin Costner? He can always retreat back to Waterworld where he doesn't have to worry about it. Oh, and let's not forget Oprah. On second thought, let's.
Burn, Hollywood, burn.
It's not like anything good ever came out of California anyway. OK, there are a couple of excellent wines from Napa Valley, but that part of the state isn't threatened anyway. So who cares? Just let it all become one giant cinder so that when the Big One finally does hit and it sinks in the ocean, it won't be such a tragic loss anyway.
Oh, and to all you religious loonies: If you unequivocally believe that Katrina devastated New Orleans because it was god's punishment on the wicked of that city who liked to drink, gamble, and flash their titties for tawdry plastic beads, then you also have to believe that the California wildfires are raging because of Proposition 8's passing. You ban gay marriage, and the Lord will reign down his furious anger and vengeance.
Be good to the gay folks, Xians. You don't wanna piss off the big guy. After all, his son was gay, wasn't he? I mean, he never had a girlfriend and hung around with 12 men all the time. And those sandals--absolutely telltale.
So I don't care if Rob Lowe's house is in danger; it can do just like his career and burn to nothing. Kevin Costner? He can always retreat back to Waterworld where he doesn't have to worry about it. Oh, and let's not forget Oprah. On second thought, let's.
Burn, Hollywood, burn.
It's not like anything good ever came out of California anyway. OK, there are a couple of excellent wines from Napa Valley, but that part of the state isn't threatened anyway. So who cares? Just let it all become one giant cinder so that when the Big One finally does hit and it sinks in the ocean, it won't be such a tragic loss anyway.
Oh, and to all you religious loonies: If you unequivocally believe that Katrina devastated New Orleans because it was god's punishment on the wicked of that city who liked to drink, gamble, and flash their titties for tawdry plastic beads, then you also have to believe that the California wildfires are raging because of Proposition 8's passing. You ban gay marriage, and the Lord will reign down his furious anger and vengeance.
Be good to the gay folks, Xians. You don't wanna piss off the big guy. After all, his son was gay, wasn't he? I mean, he never had a girlfriend and hung around with 12 men all the time. And those sandals--absolutely telltale.