This is why I abhor reading news online. All I wanted to do was see the primary election results. Instead:
Mind you, I’m all for human interest, but do we really have to wade through genitalia dismembering morons?
It wouldn’t be right to rag on the SF Chron when the Huffpost so clearly deserves a smidgeon of disdain for their Column 3. Yes, I know what’s going on: Column 1 is an endless array of opinions – bloggers lined up in stack. Real news is in Column 2, although its ‘realness’ (ie, its meaningfulness) peters out pretty quickly as you scroll down. Column 3 is the corridor of shame – all the useless, sad or soppy stories that nobody cares about yet everyone seems to read.
As I learned from a misguided foray onto HuffPost, poor Erin Moran is living in a trailer park with her husband and in-laws, waiting for a $250-500k payout from a lawsuit that will go…how far does a quarter mil go these days? (Answer: not very.) Despite her valiant efforts, she appears to have reaped the curse of childhood celebrity: a living room with four wheels and a parking brake. Scott Baio, on the other hand, got lucky with Charles In Charge. Guess which one loses benefit of the W tax cuts for the rich.
Ain’t Hollywood a prick.
Begs the Question, Doesn’t It…
During my foray into the wanton fields of pseudo-news, I stumbled across a couple other front-pagers – right smack on the home page. Both of which beg the painful question…
Why why why…?
(Here’s a hint: Nero wasn’t fiddling while Rome burned, he was masturbating.)