Anna Nicole: Time to Take out the Trash

My interest in the Anna Nicole Smith story is rapidly decaying. I’ll just let that one sit.

Ridiculous does not begin to cover it. Her death, like her life, is a circus–maudlin and just plain gross. Once again, no talent, wacked-out personas take center stage. Once again, why do we participate? We’re perpetuating the crass and the obscene, doing ourselves and the subjects of our interest a terrible disservice.

I usually refrain from speaking ill of the dead but in this case restraint, for me, is impossible. This woman was about nothing, absolutely nothing, but herself. She used some half dead guy for his money. She tried to take it from his heirs. He probably was in no frame of mind to be making the financial decisions he made when he left his estate to her and she took full advantage.

As far as I’m concerned, she’s responsible for her son’s death. It’s been reported over and over that she provided him with highly addictive, lethal  drugs and she used with him. Her unstable behavior throughout his life had to leave him with a complete lack of security and without an adequate perception of life and the world. She didn’t demonstrate caring parental behavior and placed him in harm’s way. Then she fell apart when he died.

This woman was simply an idiot. I’m so sick of this backwoods, trailer trash, dirt road, bare feet girl-makes-good business. They don’t know how to handle it. They become spectacles. They waste money and resources that could and should be going to people in the world who need and deserve them. And why? So they can ultimately kill themselves because they’re too stupid to do anything productive.

And who is this creep who followed her around for over a decade? He reminds me of a mute houseman in a horror flick. Or a stalker. It’s also been repeatedly stated that he was obsessed with her and that they had a sick, mutually manipulative, twisted relationship. Ya think??? That’s just who the kid needs to be with. Some unstable weirdo who was pathologically obsessed with this baby’s mother. Gee, I wonder where that custody arrangement would lead.

And what’s taking so long? Order the paternity test. Get the results. Make a decision. And, if I were the judge, I’d be finding a way to order monitoring of the child’s upbringing. I don’t think any of these people can be trusted. The only one who seems halfway decent and sincere is Larry Birkhead. And he actually has a family backing him. That indicates stability and support for this poor child who didn’t ask to be brought into this mess. As horrible as it sounds, the best thing that could’ve happened to DannieLynn happened in Fort Lauderdale, Fl. a few weeks ago. I’m sorry but the facts speak for themselves. Anna Nicole Smith was, what I like to refer to as, an oxygen thief–no good to anyone and no good to herself. Attrition, pure and simple.

Now, can we please bury the body? It’s really beginning to stink.