Let's face it, I am a sucker for a celebrity death. I just can't resist mocking idiots and drama queens for talking about the person like they were more important then they really were. I will openly admit to being more pathetically addicted to poking the bear and stirring the pot as the recently dead Amy Winehouse was to cocaine. They try so hard to explain why they are the better person for not speaking ill of the dead, it's like watching a little kid try to explain why his hands were in the proverbial cookie jar. It makes me wonder why they don't join an Olympics team when they obviously can back peddle faster than should be humanly possible.
Seriously, why do you people even pretend to care? Did you know her personally? No! Then be honest and admit her death means nothing to you. How many of her cd's have you actually purchased? None? Yeah, I didn't think so. I'm willing to bet that every single person I've seen posting on Facebook today about how tragic her death was and how much she will be missed have never even seen the bitch in concert.
Am I a cold heartless bastard? Maybe, but I cried like a little girl for months when I found out my little brother died of a heroin overdose. Yep, I lost a little brother to addiction. Notice the difference? I knew the little shit! You don't know Amy Winehouse! Until the day I die I will go back and forth between wanting to bring my little brother back to life so I can smack him upside the head for doing something so dumb and wondering if I failed as a big brother for not protecting him. It has been years since he passed and I still get very close to breaking down in tears thinking about him. I miss him so much it truly and seriously hurts (I would say literally but that word is so misused that it has lost all meaning). So maybe when I lash out at people for pretending they give a shit about some celebrity junkie that wouldn't have pissed on them if they were on fire in the streets, it's because I know what it is like to lose someone you actually did know.
But seriously I would love to understand why people pretend to care about someone they didn't know. Is it because you are addicted to the drama and more shallow than a kiddie pool in the middle of winter? Do you crave drama that much? Is it for the same reason the Rascal Flatts had to ride the coat tails of the death of a little girl to squeak out another hit? Does it make you feel better about yourself to talk about it 'being so sad?' Does it help you feel better about your own faults? Maybe each one of you has their own weakness that drives you to this extremely disingenuous habit. Whatever the reason, it is pretty damn disrespectful to those of us that have actually lost someone to drugs. Maybe you are the cold heartless bastard? All I'm asking is that you be more honest with yourselves. You don't know them and you do not care. You just think it makes your compassionate side look like it isn't the frozen tundra we all know it to be you fake, heartless, drama queens!
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Can we all piss on Amy Winehouses Corpse?
Let's face it, I am a sucker for a celebrity death. I just can't resist mocking idiots and drama queens for talking about the person like they were more important then they really were. I will openly admit to being more pathetically addicted to poking the bear and stirring the pot as the recently dead Amy Winehouse was to cocaine. They try so hard to explain why they are the better person for not speaking ill of the dead, it's like watching a little kid try to explain why his hands were in the proverbial cookie jar. It makes me wonder why they don't join an Olympics team when they obviously can back peddle faster than should be humanly possible.
Seriously, why do you people even pretend to care? Did you know her personally? No! Then be honest and admit her death means nothing to you. How many of her cd's have you actually purchased? None? Yeah, I didn't think so. I'm willing to bet that every single person I've seen posting on Facebook today about how tragic her death was and how much she will be missed have never even seen the bitch in concert.
Am I a cold heartless bastard? Maybe, but I cried like a little girl for months when I found out my little brother died of a heroin overdose. Yep, I lost a little brother to addiction. Notice the difference? I knew the little shit! You don't know Amy Winehouse! Until the day I die I will go back and forth between wanting to bring my little brother back to life so I can smack him upside the head for doing something so dumb and wondering if I failed as a big brother for not protecting him. It has been years since he passed and I still get very close to breaking down in tears thinking about him. I miss him so much it truly and seriously hurts (I would say literally but that word is so misused that it has lost all meaning). So maybe when I lash out at people for pretending they give a shit about some celebrity junkie that wouldn't have pissed on them if they were on fire in the streets, it's because I know what it is like to lose someone you actually did know.
But seriously I would love to understand why people pretend to care about someone they didn't know. Is it because you are addicted to the drama and more shallow than a kiddie pool in the middle of winter? Do you crave drama that much? Is it for the same reason the Rascal Flatts had to ride the coat tails of the death of a little girl to squeak out another hit? Does it make you feel better about yourself to talk about it 'being so sad?' Does it help you feel better about your own faults? Maybe each one of you has their own weakness that drives you to this extremely disingenuous habit. Whatever the reason, it is pretty damn disrespectful to those of us that have actually lost someone to drugs. Maybe you are the cold heartless bastard? All I'm asking is that you be more honest with yourselves. You don't know them and you do not care. You just think it makes your compassionate side look like it isn't the frozen tundra we all know it to be you fake, heartless, drama queens!