Common Thought of Sir Rantsalot

As I was listening to Billy Joel’s Big Shot the other day from the disturbance of sleep from my alarm clock, I listened to the lyrics carefully, and noticed how well it describes America’s favorite trashbag heiress: Paris Hilton.

The song goes as follows:

Well, you went uptown ridin in your limousine,

With your fine Park Avenue clothes,

You had the Don Perringon in your hand,

And a spoon up your nose.

I take it that last line had something to do with cocaine. Anyway, the song goes on about stuff that Paris Hilton had gotten on the tabloids for.

Frankly folks, I could care less about her and the way she spends money. I’m really tired of hearing how she is trouble with the law, how she’s got a new reality show, a sex tape, a clothing line, a perfume, a record deal, blah blah blah. Granted, she is attractive, but a toothpick. She’s about as slim as a piece of chewing gum, and yet she gets all of these endorsements… she’s slowly becoming the next Howard Hughes; and someone as spoiled as her doesn’t deserve that. This isn’t out of jealousy, but annoyance. I guarantee if you turn on the entertainment news, you’ll hear something about her.

Main point here, Billy Joel’s awesome for seeing into the future by means of that song. And I’m tired of hearing about how tough of a stuggle Ms. Hilton is having. I heard recently, she’s not going to get inheritance from Hilton hotels, but that won’t matter… She’s made tons of $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$.

I’ll bet if she tried living like the common folk for a couple years, she’d commit suicide.

RANT OVER

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