Whitney Houston's Final Choice

Thursday, February 23, 2012
 
I Will Always... Love You.

As predicted by the Mayans, Always ended on February 11, 2012.

Ah, the Music. Whitney's songs were the worst kind of mediocre tripe from the 80s Top 40 selection. On top of that, she had a reputation for being a horrible, self-centered, ungrateful person.

I'm sorry that she's dead.  But her being dead doesn't change the fact that she was a celebrity because of nepotism, nor does it change that she was nasty to people throughout her career or erase that she became a junkie.

My sympathies, but it seems to me this was the inevitable conclusion to her sad story.
People do drugs because something is missing in their lives. Drugs make the pain go away. Drugs give you the confidence to continue outputting and be competitive. Drugs help you to mask your insecurities in front of others... or at least, think that you are masking them.

Heath Ledger didn't die because he liked drugs a lot. Heath Ledger died because he was trying to self-medicate.

And Whitney... with what's coming out so far, she's an outright suicide.

Awesome… or Whitney…
I don't feel sad for her, or her family.

People have choices in their lives... what forms those choices take make people either awesome… or Whitney...

A poor person on the streets, homeless, who has had hard luck all his life; I feel sorry for him because in most cases, no matter what choice he makes, he is stuck there… and 8 times outta ten, it's not his fault.

When a person is handed something because she has a gift (and don’t get me wrong, she could sing alright) and she blows it by smoking crack until her brain turns to Jello salad?

Have a nice funeral.

She had unlimited resources available to her- she smoked crack...
She had friends and family who could have helped her deal with it- she smoked crack…

Most people with those kinds of chances turn themselves around.

She was a loser with a great voice. Today, she is another dead "used ta be somebody" because she made bad choices.

 

 Enjoy the next three months of tributes and frowny face botox hosts on E!

“I’m the Star. Not you.”




















Life is good…


And then… Satan…











And instead of growing old cuddling grandbabies, your picture ends up on the front of the National Enquirer, as bored, celeb-worshipping housewives let their shock and disgust turn to fascination, tossing copies of Whitney’s “Final Moment” into their carts with their sodas and potato chips for Mom and beer for Dad, turning now to the next publicly sinking ship to watch and enjoy.

Enjoy.


Half a million in jewelry and gold slippers? There’s your National Treasure. Buried 6 feet under the ground. With the people in this woman's life, family and so-called friends, expect that Treasure Chest to be dug up before too long. There are many- legal- ways to exhume treasure.
 


Whitney Houston: An Apology

Tuesday, February 21, 2012
 

Many of  my readers have been offended by my comments regarding this woman. To them, and to you, I offer this personal apology.



I Will Always Love Crack: Whitney Houston Dies

Saturday, February 11, 2012

Don't fear the Reaper...
 
Saving All My Crack For You…


Okay, she could sing. Could, as in past tense. Twenty years ago. But what we know now is an empty shell of a person, one scooped clean by alcohol and dope.

I never listened to her music. I wasn’t then and am not today into pop music. But I recognize the talent for carrying a worthy tune.

Doesn’t matter. The future will remember Whitless, er, Whitney Houston in much the same way as JFK, except of course, that singers are a dime a dozen and true leaders are extinct. The Whit will be remembered as in, what could have been, but wasn’t. Whitless- I mean Whitney could have been a great singer. But she chose to be a drug addict.

Billie Holiday, she ain’t.

Anyone really surprised about the seeming lack of tributes to the gal? You shouldn’t be. This wasn’t someone who spent her fame and millions by helping needy children, or educating African villages about AIDS. This was a drunk with mismatched, wet clothing, always high, doing handstands by the pool, getting into fights with party guests. It’s tiring having people like this around. It’s useless. It takes too much energy to put up with them.
Billie Holiday, she ain’t.

Her interviews showed who she was, if you care to listen. She didn’t talk about benefit concerts or her new album. She talked about getting high. Because that’s what’s important to an addict. By some reports, this particular addict blew through 100 million dollars. As she told Diane Sawyer, “I make too much money to be smokin’ crack. Crack is wack.”

Yeah, you’ll be missed, Whitney. Like the Ghost of Christmas Past, once a year we’ll say, remember Whitney Houston?

Then again, maybe we won’t.
 

Ah, dope. The Greatest Love of All…








 


Trouble coming




 










 
The descendant: troubled daughter
Bobbi Kristina Brown

Just say no to Dad

 
So I guess this is Goodbye.
 
Goodbye