Salahis, Tigers and Bears, Oh My!

Okay, I admit that “Bears” only got in there because the Bears have once again disgusted me.  They have been doing this most of the time since the clock ran out at the end of the 1985 Superbowl.  I thought I’d finally pay my disgust some lip service; after all, nearly a quarter of a century is much too long to suffer in silence.

The rest of it is recent.

I honestly wasn’t going to say one word about those party-crashing would-be socialites, the Salahis.  When I first saw a photo of them, all I could think was that this was some California-dwelling slimy creep and his trophy California-dyed-extra-blond wife.  They didn’t look like socialites to me.  And I was right, except about the California part.  The only other thing I’m going to say is that if they were ever truly a part of high society, they surely are “not our kind, dear” now.  The rest of their days will be spent on the D list, scrambling for attention along with all the other bottom dwellers.  End of story.

As for Tiger Woods…I don’t care.  I hate golf.  The only time I watch it is in February and March, and usually only at just the point when winter seems like it will never end and the golfers are playing a in tournament in Hawaii where something aside from plastic is green and sunshine actually gives off heat.

Yeah, yeah, yeah but what about his PERSONAL LIFE?  I don’t care about that either.

On the short list of other things I don’t care about are runaway hot-air balloons with no one aboard, Levi’s johnson, Sarah…anything about Sarah, etc.

Yes, there is real life out there and yes, there is real life even though it isn’t deadly serious.  But I’m getting a little tired of reading almost exclusively about things that aren’t serious, when there are so many things that are.  I know that’s hard to follow, but when you think about it, it really isn’t. 

Let’s make it easy: I’m getting sick and tired of hearing about the D list.