So, at the risk of sounding like a gossip news columnist, here is the third ‘celebrity’-related post.
I read today that one Miss Paris Hilton may have to be dragged, kicking and screaming in her Louis Vitton, to a fabulous, four-star, 45-day stay at The Big House Hotel.
Appparently Miss Hilton does not take too kindly to the prospect of having to rub shoulders with common folk in correctional facilities (without the protection of her Simple Life camera crew). She is appealing to Governor Arnold Schwarzenegger for a pardon.
I mean really – you want a pardon from The Terminator? Wow. That’s aLOTTA chutzpa, lemme tell you…
Why, oh why, must these people constantly give me fodder to cause me to forget my Ten Buddhist Precepts? (Precept #6 is probably gonna be broken time and time again with this blog, lemme tell ya…)
I am sorry, I know that I am not supposed to be taking pleasure in the downfall of others. But, i’m not really taking pleasure in her pain. It just seems like a bit of justice is done when people who feel that they are above the law, and general standards of ethical conduct, get the rug pulled right out from under ‘em.
Anyhow, I’ll gasho before my altar and do walking meditation for a half hour on how to let go of my glee at the comeuppance of those more fortunate than me…
…after this post.
In other news, apparently Verizon has decided to terminate their sponsorship of Mr. I-Was-Born-In-Senegal-No-Wait-I-Was-Born-In-St.-Louis-Missouri-But-I-Have-Three-Wives-And-Wait-It-Gets-Better-Beyonce-Wants-Me-Tho-I-Can’t-Sing-But-I’m-Famous-Akon, over the Underaged Dry-Hump Fiasco.
(thunderous applause).
Hit him right where it count – in the pockets. Maybe he’ll think twice before flinging peoples’ girl children around the stage for its entertainment value.
Look, I’m no puritan. Anyone who knows me will tell you this. I love having a good time as much as anyone else. All I’m saying is, there has to be a line drawn somewhere, sometime. Some of the things that we think of as entertainment, really aren’t that entertaining at all. Anyhow, why is all of that necessary to get your record sold? Brothas need to realize that we, as Black women, are your sisters, and as of such deserve respect. ’Performances’ like Akon’s only add to the devaluation of our people as a whole.
Anyhow, life goes on. Whew. Think I’ve finally gotten it out of my system now.
Peace Out!
