Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Try to Contain Yourself, My Dear

Update: apparently the linguistic pathology cited below is a nationwide phenomenon (h/t to Christopher Johnson).

If there were a Bulwer-Lytton award for non-fiction, this jewel of an item by one Cintra Wilson would surely be a contender.

After shaving its head and driving drunk around the globe with no panties, calling itself the Antichrist, and finally abandoning its children, totaling its SUV and getting its ass kicked in the parking lot of the Persian Gulf, America is realizing that it is internationally loathed, broke, soulless, tasteless, fat, drunk, malicious, greedy and stupid, and has been generally behaving like a lousy excuse for a world superpower for long enough to lose all its friends and position.

In the chance you wonder what in God's name Ms. (we assume) Wilson's point is, apparently it's an explanation why many of the Oscars went overseas this year. Silly me, I thought it might have had something to do with the pictures.

(h/t OpinionJournal)

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