-
Enter at your own risk
e-mail ME:
SondraKisP*at*Gmail*dot*com
Claire*at*e-biscuit*dot*com
visit e-Claire !!!
e-mail The Ugly American:
tua_sondrak*at*yahoo*dot*com
e-mail DougM:
dougmkisp*at*nc*dot*rr*dot*com
tonight’s celebrity wtf award goes to….
Both comments and trackbacks are currently closed.
26 Comments!
I have a strong distaste for politicians. I have a strong distaste for celebrities.
This is not a good combination for me.
Maybe she will be opening supermarkets soon.
Infomercials and soap operas. president Kardashian and his wife haven’t done those yet!
Look at me! I married the Emperor!
It’s just another example of a pretentious turd. They all stink and they all don’t have a clue of how much they irritate anyone with more sense than a ball of clay.
Can’t wait for those bangs to cover its whole face!
Vomit.
The self-celebrating H’wood cult and the self-worshiping DC cult meet at an ego-stroking Ogasm. Well, their images meet … which is kind’a, you know, appropriate, innit?
(What? Why would you be surprised? Obama’s tax-deductions for H’wood bought the airtime.)
But, y’know what reeeeally pisses me off?
Yeah, using military as pretty props and extras in a commercial promotion.
HO in Chief.
Doug…yep. And commenting on that makes us racist anti-American haters.
Is there no getting away from these classless weasels in the White House? Jesus fucking christ, what’s Moochelle doing at the Oscars, handing out awards? Hello – NOBODY ELECTED YOU TO NOTHING, bitch! Hit the fucking bricks!
Oh, FF’sS.
Those bangs remind me of Chuck Barris on The Gong Show — long enuff he didn’t hafta look.
[this was before Visine Get the Red Out...]
…or Moe.
@ Merovign #1 — “She’d go to the opening of an envelope!”
…oh, wait….
So… Washington is Hollywood for ugly people?
She’s going through her “change” which is changing from being an angry young person to an older woman trying to look like she should have when she was that young angry woman. She is the First Lady of our country not an aging celebrity trying to compete with the young ones. The Bomster must be checking out the young stuff while he tours the country. No young stuff in under the desk in the Oval Office like Clinton ’cause he’s never there. Four More Years!!!
Okay, FINE. That’s what I am then.
I’ve been called worse than that by people who LIKE me.
So that means everyone entering the Oscars was patted down and searched for weapons, yes?
No?
I think she was expecting Obama to win.
When I see that picture of her and the military props behind her I want to stand up and scream and clap and clap and scream Yeah Yeah!!
I turned off the TV and went to bed.
I’m surprised Nicholson didn’t award them the Oscar for Best Performance Fooling the Public during the election….
“Man, I hate it when that happens…”
I just watched the clip and it’s even creepier than I thought.
Well, glad I clipped my toenails instead of watching.
Mr. Death – ! He didn’t receive “best actress”? Bet he’ll blame Bush or the teleprompter.
Time once again for the annual hyperbole ritual of the detached and insulated perpetually self-congratulatory TinselTown narcissists. Phony self-inflating “stars” who flash their egos faster than gold-shield TV detectives flash their badges. Shallow, egotistical, posturing, vain, self-promoting, twaddle merchants are bigger hypocrites than Kennedys and Clintons.
The “ceremony” is painfully predictable, laboriously lengthy, and adolescently artificial. The days of meaningful spectacle have given way to spectacular meaninglessness. Artistic expression has morphed into gratuitous exposure. Riveting action has decayed into purposeless destruction. Intense dialogue has descended into profane doggerel. What was once the universally accepted symbol of excellence in film entertainment has degenerated into the international symbol for pompous, superficial, overhyped, overpaid, and overexposed jackasses.
Yes fine actors still appear in good films . . . occasionally. But all too often, the criteria for determining a project’s artistic value are the body count, the size of the explosions, and the frequency of frontal nudity. When a blatant collection of lies, exaggerations, and out-of-context excerpts such as Fahrenheit 9-11 can win the prize for best “DOCUMENTARY,” no giant leap of logic is needed to identify the indelible agenda on the committee’s minds. And when Al Gore’s Inconvenient Truth can be sold as unbiased, uncorrupted, undeniable science in our schools, we are looking up the wrong end of a rancid goat.
The profligate gala is false, it’s freaky, and it’s flaky. I’d rather watch a rerun of Burns & Allen than a rigged, overstated, meaningless, mutual masturbation exercise by smug, overdressed, undereducated, ill-advised, self-indulgent, thoughtless, one-hit-wonder twits whose only skill is in taking direction from unstable exhibitionists while saying words aloud that were written by neurotic recluses addicted to designer drugs.
For Claire (10)
Amen, bocopro.
You said it all.
“…and presenting the award for ‘Best Makeup in a Star Wars Remake’ is the First Wookie herself…..”
http://sonofsoylentgreen.files.wordpress.com/2013/01/irjm.jpg