Brad and Jen broke up
Brad is with Angelina
Why do people care
Brad is with Angelina
Why do people care
As previously mentioned, the world is going to hell. I, as you may have discerned by now, am concerned, to say the least. But when doing my daily rounds of information whoring, I like to take a moment and find out who's banging who in Hollywood. I don't really, but a lot of people do. Chances are someone reading this, is doing so after reading about some Hollywood gossip. Or maybe they'll check out some gossip after reading my blog. Who am I kidding, no one reads this blog. I could be writing white power literature and no one would be the wiser. Come to think of it, I'd probably get more attention if I was writing white power literature. White power.
But that's neither here nor there, or anywhere for that matter. But anywhere there's a will, there's a way. And where there's a way, there's the potential for an obstruction. And that's where Brangelina comes in. The obstruction on the way to spiritual and mental fulfillment in our society is this obsession with celebrities. Their pictures are plastered everywhere. There are countless blogs about their daily lives. We just can't seem to get enough of these crazy, famous, rich people. White power.
But why? Why do we care so much about the lives of these actors, musicians, and other entertainers? Is it because our own lives are so completely devoid of any substance that we not only have to live vicariously through these people when they are performing, but also when they're not as well? Or is this simply a new extreme type of method acting, taking it to the next level. Maybe these people are staying in character all the time, for our sakes. Because deep down inside, they know our lives are empty voids. Or maybe it's the other way around? What if they're mirroring our own absurdity. Only, like any work of fiction, it's exaggerated. White power.
Maybe, just maybe, it's one more sign of our impending doom. Because when our concern lies with who broke up with whom and not with whom invaded whom, then maybe we deserve said doom. That rhymed, I assure you this next one won't. If the doom hammer is coming down, bring on the Brangelinasthesia, because I don't want to feel any of it. White power.
But that's neither here nor there, or anywhere for that matter. But anywhere there's a will, there's a way. And where there's a way, there's the potential for an obstruction. And that's where Brangelina comes in. The obstruction on the way to spiritual and mental fulfillment in our society is this obsession with celebrities. Their pictures are plastered everywhere. There are countless blogs about their daily lives. We just can't seem to get enough of these crazy, famous, rich people. White power.
But why? Why do we care so much about the lives of these actors, musicians, and other entertainers? Is it because our own lives are so completely devoid of any substance that we not only have to live vicariously through these people when they are performing, but also when they're not as well? Or is this simply a new extreme type of method acting, taking it to the next level. Maybe these people are staying in character all the time, for our sakes. Because deep down inside, they know our lives are empty voids. Or maybe it's the other way around? What if they're mirroring our own absurdity. Only, like any work of fiction, it's exaggerated. White power.
Maybe, just maybe, it's one more sign of our impending doom. Because when our concern lies with who broke up with whom and not with whom invaded whom, then maybe we deserve said doom. That rhymed, I assure you this next one won't. If the doom hammer is coming down, bring on the Brangelinasthesia, because I don't want to feel any of it. White power.
I miss the old days
When the only things picked up
Were toys on the floor
When the only things picked up
Were toys on the floor
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