Bog snorkeling through the life of Charlie Sheen
I've said this before, but I'll say it again.
There's a humanitarian disaster unfolding in Libya, a country which is being run by God knows who, seeing as Colonel 'Gadfly' apparently has no 'position' to resign from. In Christchurch New Zealand over 200 people are still missing following the earthquake last week. Rupert Murdoch is taking over the world (or at least BSkyB), the Middle East is in various states of disarray but the only thing anyone wants to talk about is Charlie Sheen.
That's so great isn't it. There are unprecedented levels of human suffering all around the world and the media - or at least the bits that spend their time fishing in the shallow end of the gene pool - assume that all we want to know is the latest drivel from a man who really should just shut up and get help.
Why do we allow these people airtime? Why are people remotely interested in this? Are there really people out there who have no interest in anything other then celebrity twaddle and ferreting about in other people's misery? This is the pinnacle of evolution? Wow...
I can only imagine that God's smacking his head against a wall somewhere, berating himself for being too generous with the brain cells. You give them enough to put themselves on another planet and all they want to do is bog snorkel through the life of Charlie Sheen. Next month it'll be someone else. It's like a feeding frenzy. Who can forget the 'she's literally going to die of an overdose any second' hounding of Amy Winehouse and the 'breakdown while you wait' of Britney Spears?
It's so gut-wrenchingly sad. We stick these people on pedestals; we fete them, we adore them and when they fall off and crash and burn spectacularly we pull up a ringside seat to watch the show. The ones who keep out of the limelight, quietly plugging away at their careers and their lives, we label boring or reclusive. Those who sober up, wise up or grow up fade from view and are of no interest anymore. The media are only on the look out for the next one to go supernova. I'm surprised the Daily Mirror don't give out free sunglasses.
I wonder if God is wishing he'd stuck with his original idea of elevating cats. That is why cats are so offish and walk round with a permanent chip on their shoulder. They know that they were the ones supposed to be Earth's most intelligent and evolved species. That was until Tiddles, while looking for a warm place to sleep, accidentally managed to pluck a hole in God's best cashmere sweater. God was rightly furious and catkind have never forgiven us, or Tiddles for that matter, for getting the inheritance destined for them.
I do hope Charlie Sheen gets the help he needs, but more than anything I wish we could somehow call a halt to this unpleasant branch of the media that has been created. I really wish we could see it all for the trash that it is and decide as one to ignore it.
Katie Price has got a new scooter...
Cheryl Cole might need to modify her accent to be understood in America...
Anne Widdecombe's signed up for pantomime...
Just three examples of crap filling the column inches of British tabloid 'newspapers' that we don't need to know.
As we go on our merry way getting relentessly sidelined by the glittery bauble of delight that is 'celebrity culture', looking on with glee as the latest star falls from their perch in the Hollywood firmament; we sanction and allow to continue all sorts of human suffering that is not investigated, not reported, not highlighted and can't get on our news screens because of the likes of Charlie Sheen.
World Poverty
Climate Change
Countries like North Korea and Zimbabwe being run into the ground
These things are important...
Justin Bieber's hair cut is not.
There's a humanitarian disaster unfolding in Libya, a country which is being run by God knows who, seeing as Colonel 'Gadfly' apparently has no 'position' to resign from. In Christchurch New Zealand over 200 people are still missing following the earthquake last week. Rupert Murdoch is taking over the world (or at least BSkyB), the Middle East is in various states of disarray but the only thing anyone wants to talk about is Charlie Sheen.
That's so great isn't it. There are unprecedented levels of human suffering all around the world and the media - or at least the bits that spend their time fishing in the shallow end of the gene pool - assume that all we want to know is the latest drivel from a man who really should just shut up and get help.
Why do we allow these people airtime? Why are people remotely interested in this? Are there really people out there who have no interest in anything other then celebrity twaddle and ferreting about in other people's misery? This is the pinnacle of evolution? Wow...
I can only imagine that God's smacking his head against a wall somewhere, berating himself for being too generous with the brain cells. You give them enough to put themselves on another planet and all they want to do is bog snorkel through the life of Charlie Sheen. Next month it'll be someone else. It's like a feeding frenzy. Who can forget the 'she's literally going to die of an overdose any second' hounding of Amy Winehouse and the 'breakdown while you wait' of Britney Spears?
It's so gut-wrenchingly sad. We stick these people on pedestals; we fete them, we adore them and when they fall off and crash and burn spectacularly we pull up a ringside seat to watch the show. The ones who keep out of the limelight, quietly plugging away at their careers and their lives, we label boring or reclusive. Those who sober up, wise up or grow up fade from view and are of no interest anymore. The media are only on the look out for the next one to go supernova. I'm surprised the Daily Mirror don't give out free sunglasses.
I wonder if God is wishing he'd stuck with his original idea of elevating cats. That is why cats are so offish and walk round with a permanent chip on their shoulder. They know that they were the ones supposed to be Earth's most intelligent and evolved species. That was until Tiddles, while looking for a warm place to sleep, accidentally managed to pluck a hole in God's best cashmere sweater. God was rightly furious and catkind have never forgiven us, or Tiddles for that matter, for getting the inheritance destined for them.
I do hope Charlie Sheen gets the help he needs, but more than anything I wish we could somehow call a halt to this unpleasant branch of the media that has been created. I really wish we could see it all for the trash that it is and decide as one to ignore it.
Katie Price has got a new scooter...
Cheryl Cole might need to modify her accent to be understood in America...
Anne Widdecombe's signed up for pantomime...
Just three examples of crap filling the column inches of British tabloid 'newspapers' that we don't need to know.
As we go on our merry way getting relentessly sidelined by the glittery bauble of delight that is 'celebrity culture', looking on with glee as the latest star falls from their perch in the Hollywood firmament; we sanction and allow to continue all sorts of human suffering that is not investigated, not reported, not highlighted and can't get on our news screens because of the likes of Charlie Sheen.
World Poverty
Climate Change
Countries like North Korea and Zimbabwe being run into the ground
These things are important...
Justin Bieber's hair cut is not.