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October 14, 2016 | celebrity | matt-ralston | 0 Comments
Dancing with the Stars has solidified its place as pop culture’s trash heap. Their definition of celebrity appears to be anyone in the tabloids for nefarious reasons or anyone blood related to someone famous for being a douchebag. Ryan Lochte probably wouldn’t have made the cut if it weren’t for his bullshit Steven Seagal regalia out of Brazil. Sarah Palin’s fundamentalist knocked up daughter. It’s a venue for the most desperate among us to become worshiped by fat idiot America. Being a stupid asshole embarrassing yourself in ridiculous costumes on national TV is the new definition of success. The walleyed trash watching aspire to be slightly more notable trash. I act like a slob all day but nobody puts in on TV? At least I can identify with Amber Rose’s grotesque ass implants. Mine are all natural.
Hence they’re reportedly now targeting Billy Bush. Would they allow Bush on the show if it weren’t recently cast in a negative light in the mainstream media? Of course not. They want the worthless hedge fund kid whose family is bent on destroying the world. The bald slut whore with the surgically enhanced saddlebags. The ignorant and deplorable among us. The sad thing is this is what America watches and relates to. Narcissism rules all. Fame is the pinnacle of success, no matter if it’s for making cool movies or acting like an asshole and fucking rappers on camera. Jeffrey Dahmer and James Earl Ray saw it coming, how long til we start casting their contemporaries?