Monday, January 23, 2006

Ok, I am officially sick of hearing about so called celebrities and their designer children. If I read or hear the words "baby bump" again I just might snap and cancel my subscription to People Magazine. Of all the folks on earth who should not be reproducing the Hollywood "elite" top the list. These people cannot even brush their teeth on their own, much less raise a child to be a productive citizen. Just look at the list of celebrity children that have turned out to be brain dead slugs or drug wasted low lifes. Let's see, there is Chastity Bono, all of Marlon Brando's children, the Estovez/Sheen boys (that includes Dad Martin), Jane Fonda. Need I go on?

How can any child brought up in the immoral, self-centered, anti-religious atmosphere of Tensil Town ever amount to anything? A case in point would be Jessica Simpson. This poor girl should not be allowed out in public by herself. Her ex-husband must have laughed himself to sleep every night reliving the exploits of this simpleton. And then there is Paris Hilton. They say that a mind is a terrible thing to waste, but I say you cannot waste what you never had! Can you imagine what the offspring of these two airheads would amount to? Well..., not much just like their mothers.

All these people are good for is spending money and running from one awards show to the next. That's another thing. Hollywood celebs love to congratulate each other. How many awards are traded around LA each year? If you can sneeze and close your eyes at the same time, and you live anywhere near LA, you get a banquet and a big award. Adopt three or four children and turn them over to a nanny to raise, and you get a lot of media exposure and a big award. If the children come from some poor third world country you can count on getting all that and another big award from the U.N. And, the movies they make. Don't get me started! No wonder Hollywood revenues are dropping like the Hindenberg.

Here is my modest proposal to Hollywood. 1. Quit congratulating yourselves. You aren't that good. 2. Make some decent movies that people actually want to see, rather than movies about homosexual cowboys and brain dead teenagers. 3. Quit telling the rest of us how to live when you don't know the first thing about real life yourselves. 4. Quit spreading your opinions about politics around like so much fertilizer. Vote as you wish, but SHUT UP about it! 5. Quit having or adopting children until you realize that raising a child is a lifetime committment that requires both a mother and a father WHO HAVE GOOD SENSE to do the job right.

Celebrities. What a waste.

Wednesday, January 04, 2006

I just wrote this song for all you country music fans out there. Sing it to any tune you want.

I’ll Just Get Drunk and Cry

I get drunk ever’ Saturday night and let me tell you why,
My Baby packed her bags and she left me high and dry.
She took off with my best old friend and some other guy,
And that’s why ever’ Saturday night I just get drunk and cry.

Yeah, I just get drunk and cry and play the jukebox loud.
I wish that I could die all alone here in this crowd.
Life just ain’t worth livin’ since my baby she’s been gone.
Now, I’m standin’ by the jukebox an’ cryin’ all alone.

I get drunk every Saturday night, my friends say it ain’t right,
That I stand beside the jukebox cryin’ in public sight,
And pour my heart out in teardrops on the sawdust floor,
And end up either sprawled out drunk or staggerin’ through the door.

Yeah, I just get drunk and cry and play the jukebox loud.
I wish that I could die all alone here in this crowd.
Life just ain’t worth livin’ since my baby she’s been gone.
Now, I’m standin’ by the jukebox an’ cryin’ all alone.

Maybe some day I’ll recover and find another girl,
But you gotta crack a lot of oysters to get a single pearl.
Until then I’ll stay here drinkin’ just to get a high,
I guess ever’ Saturday night I’ll just get drunk and cry.

Yeah, I’ll just get drunk and cry and I’ll play the jukebox loud.
Wishin’ that I could die all alone here in this crowd.
Life just ain’t worth livin’ since my baby she’s been gone.
So, I’ll be standin’ here by the jukebox a cryin’ all alone.

copyright 2006 Bmann Music bmann@classicsouth.net