SCHLOCKY OLD HOLLYWOOD WHORE DIES!!!!

This guy helped dummy down the world... yet, I could forgive him even for Charlie's Angel... and the other schlock he foisted on the world, but Beverly Hills 90210 brought something horrible, just horrible... I can barely bring myself to write it.... I write, of course, of Tory Spelling. I will not forgive this chintzy huckster as long as I draw a breath for flashing this shockingly disturbing visage on my beloved tv. I mean, couldn't she be buried with him? Well, euphamistically, I am sure she will be... I watched that reality show of hers once for about three minutes -- a few horrifying moments when I lost the remote (this was indeed the instance that caused me to have the remote surgically attached to my hand, an increasingly popular operation for stoner couch potatoes).

I don't know when I decided that glowing obituaries of people need to be rebutted. I suppose it has something to do with trying to compensate for being an aleinated white boy with no cultural that he wants or respects, and more than a few that I actively despise. . . perhaps, if I could afford a sports car? If my penis were a couple inches larger -- 14 inches would increase my confidence, I think... Guess I'll never know why I have become such a misanthropic asshole in this blog. I am not like this in my personal life, obviously -- they hit me with sticks and stuff, so I am nice.... gotta watch those sticks and stones. But words? Words can never hurt you.... yea, right.

I was not very judgemental before I became educated. . . it is easy to be accepting when you ignorant. Easy to believe you are disconnected from the world, that your actions are worthless. That politics means nothing and you live in a kind of vaccum unaffected by the world -- that all the battles that are going to be fought in your life are going to be between you and your own emotions and weaknesses. . . and of course, this kind of thinking can only become a self-fullfilling prophecy.

This Spelling crapped in tv in a time when it was a toilet, and it was better than some of the other crap in the bowl at getting dum people to come in and have a gape at the crunchy texture, or whatever... and now he has died, after living a rich life that was the anti-thesis of the art that could transform society into a less glittery place, and instead flaunted his moneyed little society like it was a microcosm of the world, when in reality it was just a bunch of not very smart people who found themselves right at the level of dum that they met with the average dum out there in the world, and they catered to it... instead of trying to teach teh chimp to talk, they taught it a new way to beat off and toss turds... and now he is praised as some kind of icon? Better to remember all those articles over the years talking about the dark side of this cat, before some kid tries to base his life on writing crap like this, thinking mediocrity and pandering to the most base appeals of the chimp is the way to go. . .

Aaron Spelling -- what a waste.



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