Friday, August 19, 2005
Kurt, you shot the wrong Cobain
Not that I'd wish ill on anyone, but here we are in a world where coarseness and profanity are hip and fat women can wear spandex pants with impunity.
Courtney Love, Kurt Cobain's widow and the alleged singer of the alleged rock band "Hole" was in court again today, for the 934th time for drug abuse and probation violations. She was also accused of assault for hitting a guy with a mike stand but, well, girls just wanna have fun.
I try not to know too much about this woman: I put her in the same class with Anna Nicole Smith and Michael Jackson--not worth even a moment of my time.
The judge ordered Mrs Cobain back into drug rehab for the 933rd time, admonishing her that if she appeared in his court for the 935th time, he will really throw the book at her.
In spite of (or because of) all this, Mrs Cobain--I have a hard time associating the word "love" with this unmitigated slut--is regaled with tv guest appearances and celeb magazine writeups, all of which pay well and for all of which she's every bit as coarse and uncouth as those who watch that sort of thing expect. Somewhere in the suburbs of Seattle, there's an empty mobile home with her name on it.
The coarse shall inherit the earth.
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