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Sandra Bullock has proven herself to be little more than the average “sexpositive”, emotionally stingy and disingenuous female who rarely seeks to engage the real men in this world, and she has absolutely no right to go around sniveling about how she got taken advantage of.

Considering the fact that Bullock actually, of her own free will, decided to link up with a mutt like Jesse James (if that is even his real name), she has absolutely no room to talk, and begs the question “WTF” was she thinking? Anyone with an ounce of self respect and two molecules of intelligence could have pegged that idiotic lop of an ink-blot from a mile away.

But what did she want? Obviously just some protracted “thug queen” image to tickle her G-spot and make her feel like she was somebody special. Prancing around with some tightly manicured gangster idiom, some poser meant to facilitate her desire to live a wet dream, pretending there are no consequences for ignoring reality.

Would she actually choose a man that didn’t “accessorize” what has become a disingenously-trendy, spike-heeled drama of blood-lusty, fem fatal dress code? Does she care at all that millions of people -- however unwittingly -- look up to her as a wholesome and practical example of American success? Has she any respect for herself and her true role as a female of this species? Quite obviously she would not, does not, and has not. And she deserves the treatment she is getting for attempting to use her fame and fortune to try and shave a depraved, knuckle-dragging ape, and present him to her fans as a legitimate spouse, as she loped around with him on all fours, having sex in her garage two and three times a day.

Far too many alleged celebrities in this nation are using their success to be complete and utter perverts, and it appears that they can think of little else than the next conquest, or romp in the sack with whomever they feel randy for at the moment.

Unfortunately, these scantily clad relations can go on for years in the deluded and veiled environment of decadence these people claw at in desperation, begging the cosmos to somehow make them real…as the offspring languish in the sordid shadows of denial and abuse.

Need I remind anyone that Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie actually had the audacity to -- on a magazine cover -- proclaim that they were going to have a baby to reunite them, and give them something to love together? As if some poor, helpless child is their personal therapeutic tool, born into a theatre of accountability no human being has a right to expect of it. Just what a newborn baby needs right? To be stranded between two people who are obviously extremely dysfunctional, torn apart over the years by their festering animosities and angst?

Self gratification -- and as instantly as they can get it -- appears to be the rage for these “megalo-misfits” of society, and what is most deplorable is the fact that they never seem to care, one bit, just how much damage it does to all of the people forced to look at it, day in and day out; pretending they are not pissed as hell that this nation's media is constantly inundated with despicable, sociopathic morons who can’t wait to sell their soul to an entertainment industry which devours them in a voracious human-eating meat grinder, spewing their bloated and festering egos on this society like rotting episodes of “fecal fantasia”.

The only thing the hordes of media whores ever seem to care about is “what is the next scheme that will get my self-centered mug on some television screen or magazine cover,” or, even better, what scandal or tragedy will cause those same pimps of personae to hound them like banshees.

Regardless of who is feeling sorry for Sandra Bullock, the fact is that she has simply proven herself to be not much more than the rest of the salacious horde staining the collective image of Hollywood, and to this end, the consciousness of the nation is forever impregnated with just one more screaming mental image conceived of this “dilettante de debauchery.”