Eh, Wot the Hell?

The past couple of weeks have been interesting ones at Bloody Nib Manor and the surrounding territories.

Paris Hilton served time in the stir, the local media fell all over themselves getting film of Ms Hilton leaving the jail after she had served her time, and she managed to wear a pair of her signature blue jeans while walking out to her ride as the world's media watched her.

Al Gore's son was arrested for drunk driving and speeding the week before his old man, Saint Al, put on his global warming world wide concert which proved to be a bust and a joke.

And David Beckham and his wife, Victoria, came to Los Angeles so Mr. Beckham can play soccer for the Los Angeles Galaxy. Apparently Mr Beckham intends a career in the movie industry as does Mrs. Beckham ( a woman of no known talent or even appearance -- think of the Anne Francis episode of the Twilight Zone)..

The local talk radio talkers have spent a lot of gas talking about about and complaining about the interest the general public finds in the above three stories. ln other words, they talk about the thing they bitch about and that bitching is what they think brings in the listeners because the listeners are bitching about what they are talking about. Or to put it more simply, "I think what you're talking about is stupid and I'll spend my time talking about what you think is stupid and thus talk about the thing you're talking about."

Here's the view from the Manor. Talking about silly stuff is a great thing simply because we, in this great nation, are so confident of the competence of the nation that we can can bitch about Paris, Al Jr. or the Beckhams. Hell, how bad can it be when we worry about our mattresses?

And finally, the media insists that Victoria Beckham is a "hottie". Here's a real "hottie" at the upper right hand corner.