STEALING FROM BETTY BOWERS

I know it's not nice to steal..but this is just so good I had to share it with you...Goddess knows I love Betty Bowers and her word needs to be put out there so the rest of the world can read her..and maybe if I get you hooked you'll add her to your blog roll....It's like she and I were seperated at birth...me being the much prettier twin to her smarter other sister..and don't expect me to explain the age difference...
this is about 2 people that are so overrated they even piss off the Goddess.
THE NO SIN ZONE
Thanks Oprah, But I Already Have a Savior, Dear

9th March 2008
Thanks Oprah, But I Already Have a Savior, Dearposted in celebrities, people with funny names, Scientologists and other Guillible People, Christians Behaving Badly, Dr. Phil, Oprah, Money (and other things Bush puts down the drain), show biz trash, my superior values, pesky sick, poor people, gasing up your Bentley, Jesus, vicious gossip out of Christian concern, other people's sins
With a patience even Jesus covets, I’ve unflinchingly watched Oprah Winfrey furiously root out every last opportunity to insinuate herself into my awareness, like a tenacious hog snorting in feverish determination to get that very last truffle. But the relentless promotion of “The Big Give[r]” may well prove to be an insurmountable obstacle to my composure. Honestly, if I see Oprah Winfrey’s preening mug one more time I will undoubtedly beseech the nearest cloud formation: “Take her now, Lord! And step on it!” After all, as Oprah would be the first to tell you, she is simply too good for this Earth.
I know that there is much to admire about the woman, but in the past several years her ability to annoy has exceeded her ability to inspire. As a Christian, I get rather territorial when someone starts marketing herself as a Savior. And Oprah, the beneficent, unmarried, all-powerful person who wants to be loved by all (but gets tetchy when adulation isn’t automatic by any), clearly has a Messiah Complex. The only thing she seems to love more than being praised for her selflessness is being praised for herself. When not playing the shameless, fawning sycophant to Scientologists and other crazy brands of celebrity, she is staging some publicity coup to give Mary Hart yet one more opportunity to gush about all the good Saint Oprah does.
Frankly, I can forgive the woman for her relentless narcissism; it’s difficult to avoid after two decades of uninterrupted flattery. I can even forgive her for charging poor women exorbitant fees for the privilege of attending one of her empowerment “Look At How Wonderful — And Thin! — I Am” road shows. I can even overlook her naïve pimping for James Frey — and then pretending to be offended by the duplicitousness only when she realized he was hurting her brand. I can forgive her being a coconspirator in Tom Cruise’s manic phoniness, mainly because it is so entertaining to watch two shameless egotists using each other to such unintended, unflattering effect. And can even forgive the lies about Gayle by someone who pretends to be all about honesty and awareness. But what I cannot — and never will — forgive the woman for is foisting that dreadful Dr. Phil on America. He is an amalgam of every bad quality that Oprah exhibits — with none of her good ones. He is a ardent phony, a shameless, self-promoting narcissist who craves rubbing shoulders with simpering celebs almost as much as celebrity itself. And, just like Oprah, he confuses helping others get out of trouble with helping oneself get in the public eye.
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I'LL PROBABLY GO TO PRISON FOR THIS

This is from my new favorite blog...from the lovely Betty Bower blog
http://bettybowers.com/betty4president/
I laugh so hard I hurt myself....


posted in George W. Bush, John McCain and other crazy people, Democrats, Barack Obama, celebrities, Hillary Clinton, True Chistian Politics |

Being actors — in other words, narcissists — politicians need continuous approval. Like Sally Field, they really, really want you to like them — even after they’ve won. President Bush protests a bit too much about not reading unflattering polls, a declaration as plausible as the ones he makes about what he does read, such as books by Albert Camus.
But our President’s disinterest in his likability is belied in the ardor with which he tries to work a crowd with his feckless, smart-alecky approximation of wit. He may have optimistically thrown his currently tattered legacy to the nimble, revisionist powers of history, but he still wants today to see him as a fun, likable guy. This impulse is why presidents agree each year to participate in that unseemly spectacle called the White House Correspondents Dinner.
It is also what drove Hillary Clinton, someone who polls notoriously low on being a giddy cutup, to appear on Saturday Night Live last night. (Of course, it could have simply been another excuse to procrastinate spending an evening on TurboTax, undergoing the onerous task of hitting the “print” button.) Meanwhile Barrack Obama did what was unthinkable back when John McCain came of age: He danced with a white woman on national TV.
As it turns out, at the end of the day, especially one they’ve filled with sniping, hurtful comments or threats of nuclear annihilation, the people who thirst for the power to blow up the world really just want to be regarded as lighthearted, even silly. And what better venues for pretending to be “nice” and “fun” than the unrelenting SNL and the unrepenting Ellen DeGeneres Show? SNL, now well into its bland dotage (you have to wonder what effect a writers’ strike had on a show that opens the last two weeks with basically the same skit), churns out comfortably tepid political satire, never more biting than the most languid Jay Leno monologue, and provides an ideal venue for a candidate to seem edgy without being cut on any edges. SNL allows a candidate to appear newly “fun” and as cozy and affable as the clawless, politically-neutered Ellen.
This is all done in hopes of putting the popular in popular vote. The concept of a popular vote (though, as it turns out, oddly irrelevant in actually seating a leader) is taken rather literally in this country. Americans vote for the popular personality, not the best candidate. And the touchy-feely American voters, so enamored with the nebulous contrivances of the public persona, are more prone to vote on an instantaneous gut-reaction than the more laborious, tedious process of thinking it through. Emotions beat analysis every election.
This is when our nation’s ADD and superficiality become less amusingly ditzy and more dangerous. You can always trash an American Idol CD, burn your J-Lo for Macy’s tube top, but you’re stuck with a President for four long years. President Bush was elected because voters thought, “I’d like to drink a beer with that guy!” Eight years later, that seems a supremely unsuitable criterion when electing a raging alcoholic. But that’s America: only thinking about the first beer. Never thinking it through to the point someone lingers long past closing and winds up vomiting all over everything he touches.

Ok, I'll get serious and actually do a real post but I'm having so much fun learning how to do new shit on my computer....and thanks to NitWit, I have discovered .......stumbleon or stumbleup...or what ever the name of it is...your right Kev...I'm a retard...