Friday, February 09, 2007
Anna Nicole - Dashing between the dates
I'm the last person in the world to say that I'm better than anyone, so I won't, because I'm not. This entry is mostly about the disillusioned masses who surrounded Anna Nicole Smith during her firey rise and inevitable fall from the popular eye.
— Alex Goen, CEO and founder of TrimSpa
Hog wash! Baring some last second confession and acceptance of The Way, Anna Nicole Smith is at the very earliest beginnings of her pain. An eternity absent from the presence of God. When I die, my pain will end. When you die, will yours begin?
Everyone in the news seems to feel sorry for her; saying that she was a troubled celebrity. I say that she became a troubled celebrity by her own actions. There are countless heiresses like her and endless millionaire's daughters, like Paris Hilton, who manage to keep out of the spotlight and live an entirely normal life. It's the bad apples who embrace the tabloid and glitter lifestyle and plung America further down the toilet by their hedonistic actions.
But celebrities don't live in my world anyway. I don't keep up with the lives of strangers (provided they can manage to keep it off the real news channels). I've never been 'starstruck'. I've never hunted autographs except from very large mice and ducks.
I have but one Superstar in my life. One Celebrity. One Teacher. One Leader. One Ruler. One King. One Father. One Savior. One Lord. One God.
"We pray that she is granted the peace that eluded her more recent days on earth, and that she find comfort in the presence of her son, Daniel."
— Alex Goen, CEO and founder of TrimSpa
Hog wash! Baring some last second confession and acceptance of The Way, Anna Nicole Smith is at the very earliest beginnings of her pain. An eternity absent from the presence of God. When I die, my pain will end. When you die, will yours begin?
Everyone in the news seems to feel sorry for her; saying that she was a troubled celebrity. I say that she became a troubled celebrity by her own actions. There are countless heiresses like her and endless millionaire's daughters, like Paris Hilton, who manage to keep out of the spotlight and live an entirely normal life. It's the bad apples who embrace the tabloid and glitter lifestyle and plung America further down the toilet by their hedonistic actions.
But celebrities don't live in my world anyway. I don't keep up with the lives of strangers (provided they can manage to keep it off the real news channels). I've never been 'starstruck'. I've never hunted autographs except from very large mice and ducks.
I have but one Superstar in my life. One Celebrity. One Teacher. One Leader. One Ruler. One King. One Father. One Savior. One Lord. One God.
