Sunday, March 23, 2008
Brenda Martin must die! (Sunday pre-church edition.)
Oh, my, but the hermetically-sealed, Canadian Dumbfuck-o-sphere circle jerk and echo chamber is in full-throated, bloodlust-enraged howl, tearing into Brenda Martin's past to see what they can dig up to smear her. And if I look in my magic mirror, I can see Kate, and JoJo, and JR, and Tony, all pawing through assorted old newspapers and garbage cans for that smoking gun. But here's the fly in the ointment, and I'm going to break with tradition and bold it to make sure you get it:
Anything these cretinous fuckwits turn up regarding Martin will in no way excuse the fact that none of these people gave a crap about her for two years. Now that all these vindictive gomers have been exposed as uncaring yobs, they are desperate, frantically looking for something to justify those two years of callous indifference. But it doesn't work that way.
This kind of character assassination doesn't work retroactively. You don't get to use information you just learned last week to defend your mean-spirited, dismissive contempt of two years. Do you understand that? Seriously, do you understand that?
Are we done here? Yeah, I think we're done here. For now.