Saturday, 7 July 2012

Leave Katie Holmes Alone

What the hell is wrong with the press? Katie Holmes is going through a marriage breakdown, she's worrying that her daughter is going to be abducted by a bunch of loonies who think we're all lizards, and rather than the press giving her some space they're just hounding her! And they print such bullshit, too. It's like - ooh, look, Katie Holmes is walking down the street, ooh she's doing some shopping, ooh she's getting into her car. Well WHOOP DE FUCKING DO!!! They say she's looking miserable and upset because she's not smiling. Who walks down the street with a big smile on their face? People would think you're a nutter! Go to London and walk down the street - you won't find a smile anywhere. You'll see scowls, stink-eyes and an occasional glare, but you'd have more luck finding Jimmy Carr's tax returns than a smile. So, are all these people miserable? Actually, yes they probably are, since it's London. Okay, that's a bad example, but you know what I mean! Don't be so frigging pedantic. Why can't papers like The Sun just print the news, stop trying to be funny and show some humanity when people are going through tough times? They come out with all these sad little puns for headlines, and you read them and think, "What sad little basement-dwelling man made that shit up?" They really are like a bunch of kids. The press always say that people have the right to know. Why is that? What gives us the right to know that someone is getting divorced? What gives us the right to have them followed and photographed like some new species of baboon? It's time the government stood up to these dickheads and said, "Oi - you're a newspaper. Report the news or we'll shut you down." Of course, they won't though. Especially not that smarmy git David Cameron. It was the Sun newspaper that almost got him elected. Yeah, remember Cameron, you weren't even popular enough to win outright; you had to join up with the Lib Dems and make Little Nicky Clegg your bitch. Now you hold on to power like a drowning man hangs on to a piece of driftwood. The first chance anybody gets they're going to throw you out, you pair of twats. Sorry, I got a little off the subject there, but I really cannot stand David Cameron and Little Nicky Clegg. Anyway, Katie Holmes... Right, I've been lucky enough to get divorced twice. The first time, I was over the moon. The second time, it broke my heart. But the last thing on planet earth I would have wanted at those times was a twat with a camera sticking his lens in my face. Why do they do it to poor Katie? Just because she's famous, it makes her less human than the rest of us? Okay, I guess that's enough. In the end, my message to the papers is, JUST FECKING STOP IT, OKAY! Rant over.

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