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Thursday, August 02, 2007


LINDSAY LOHAN LOVES EVERYBODY

Most people will tell you that when things go wrong in life, it is only an opportunity to learn some humility and learn to love everyone as a brotherhood of man. Obviously, most people are assholes. Not only should you not listen to them, you should dump a big jar of fire ants down the front of their fucking pants. Maybe it's just me, but nothing makes a point quite like genital mutilation. This is doubly true if the point you wish to make is "I hate you."

But going any further will just sidetrack me into a seventeen paragraph dissertation about why I'd be the ideal guy for a job in conflict arbitration, and I don't want to talk about that. At least not yet.

Some people will try telling you that Lindsay Lohan is having a hard time of it lately. Lindsay and I both think that these people are also assholes and deserve a bit crotchload of fire ants. If you're anything like me, you're thinking "So many assholes, so few fire ants." I used to feel bad about that, but then I just reconciled myself to the fact that we live in a world without justice. I think I was five when I did that. And I have a really tiny penis to prove it.

One of the most common sentences that we've all seen on the Internet is "Lindsay's got problems." Whenever I see such a sentence, I always ask "Says who?" And even though I know the answer is "Assholes mostly," I always feel compelled to argue the point.

In the last few months, we've learned that Ms. Lohan likes to drink and drive with cocaine in the borrowed pants that she insists on wearing and blaming everything on "the black kid." I think we all know that it isn't Lindsay with the problem, it's the state of California. Oh, and that black kid. If you haven't fallen off the wagon, needed more booze, commandered an SUV and started a high-spped chase with a parent of your recently departed assistant in the stylish pants you borrowed from a cokehead, then you're not someone I want to know. The only person you can even plausibly argue was a "victim" in this story is the cokehead. And she probably didn't even notice her pants were gone. Cokeheads rarely do. They're way too busy doing coke to be bothered with such trivialities.

La Lohan has also taking a critical and commercial drubbing for recently portraying a a legless stripper in a movie that no one saw. Again, this just proves that film critics and audiences are assholes. Don't they know that most women should be strippers? Haven't they realized yet that a woman's legs are often her most annoying feature, what with their ability to be crossed, thereby hiding the goodies between them from me? Or maybe I have a "Boxing Helena" fetish, who can say? Even though I'm not hung like one, I'm still a man and therefore not given to introspection.

Lindsay used "I Know Who Killed Me" as a vehicle to tell a greater truth about how women are much better without legs. But critics, who are universally assholes, have described the film - and the truth it tells - as "disgusting" and "torture porn."

The state of California isn't much kinder than those parasitic movie critics, either. As I write this, it seems increasingly likely that Ms. Lohan will be indicted on something like 620 counts of being Lindsay Lohan. It doesn't matter that Lindsay is a celebrity and can do whatever the fuck she wants, or even that it's the black kid's fault. It couldn't be more obvious that Lohan is a beautifully jugged Jesus, being persecuted by the pagans who run California. The black kid is obviously Judas. And how will that black kid ever learn if Lindsay is crucified on the cross of his sins?

I'm pretty sure that if I were living through half of what Lindsay is, I'd be kind of pissed off. I know that under such harrowing circumstances, I'd be collecting fire ants and looking for that fucking black kid, if only because mutilating the genitals of a district attorney is yet something else that The Man would use against me.

Thankfully, it isn't me - with my harrowing lust for revenge against those that have wronged me - that we're talking about here. I'm not the angel of love and peace that La Lohan is, and pretending that I was would be about as plausible as Ice Cube's performances as a suburban dad. I'm more of a hard cocked hammer of hate than anything that would bring peace, justice or civility into this deeply wrong world. At least that's what it says on my resume. That's why I wear the red jockstrap over my pants that the guy from Cameo gave me, as both a warning .... and an invitation.

Lohan is more modest than I am and infinately more forgiving. Even in her hour of trial, she remains committed to her art and seeks to better its practioners. If she were just a hack, Lindsay would merely be concerned with her own performance. Instead, she seeks to elevate the entire trade. And like the huge knockered Olivier she is, she does it with love.

Talk about "Mean Girls"! While wasted on booze and drugs, Lindsay Lohan backstabbed her Hollywood competition."

The higher Lindsay got, the more arrogant and mean she became," said a former party pal of the 21-year-old star. "She ranted and raved about her talent, claiming: 'I'm the greatest actress in the world! No one's even close to me right now!'"

And then she proceeded to viciously slam a slew of young actresses, who she considered to be her competition."Here's what she said about her fellow actresses:

Scarlett Johansson is "ugly, fat and has no talent."

Jessica Simpson "can't sing and is dumb as (bleep)."

Sienna Miller is a "no-talent crackhead."

Keira Knightley is "a flat, shallow, cardboard cutout of an actress."

Jessica Biel is a "phony, scheming, joke of an actress."

I've never seen any of those broads in a movie, so I can't judge their commitment to thespianism. That being said, I'm pretty sure that none of them can play Ty Cobb, and you're not playing a stripper without legs, you damn well better be playing Ty Cobb.

So instead, I'll comment on their racks. Scarlett and Jessica both have cans that rival Lindsay's own. And they have greater advantages in life than does Lindsay, not being immobilized by vodka or having black kids plotting against them. The fact that Miss Lohan can do anything at all under such dire circumstances is a true testament to her artistry. And her boobs.

Some may see Lindsay's comments as the bitter musings as a coked-out former child star. And that observation might very well be correct if said musings came from, say, Todd Bridges. But Todd doesn't have the range to play a legless stripper, now does he? La Lohan does. And that's pretty much anybody needs to know about that.

I can't think of anything more inspiring than Lindsay Lohan continuing to spread her love despite the sinister forces and sundry black kids that align against her in a way that only Alexander Haig could ever really appreciate.

Well, there is one thing more inspiring. It's between her legs. The legs she teasingly only pretended to lose in "I Know Who Killed Me." But I think that says a lot more about me than it does Lindsay.



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