Okay, let me get this out first. I love Barbra Streisand as a singer. I have been entertained by her acting. I have enjoyed the movies she has directed.
But she can still be a bit of a moron. And her latest antics might have just been her dumbest moment yet.
If you watched her recent concert special on Netflix, you know there was a lot of backstage footage with her precious dog Samantha. Indeed, those moments would be the last because Samantha went to the big fire hydrant in the sky after they stopped shooting. Indeed, the special was dedicated to the little canine.
RIP Samantha Streisand-Brolin.
Cuckoo. Cuckoo. Cuckoo.
But, wait, before Samantha was likely buried in their Malibu backyard, Babs scraped some DNA off the dog's mouth and tongue. Sure, doesn't everybody? Well, those genes, along with $50,000, allowed Barbra to visit our local cloner and voila....Miss Violet and Miss Scarlett. Why have just one clone when you can have two?
Now, first of all, if I were hubby James Brolin, I would worry about how easily replaced he could be. But, let's face it, this whole dog cloning thing is just an example of how utterly decadent and self-centered this idiot can be.
I wonder just how far that fifty grand could have gone if Babs had instead chosen to donate to one of her two thousand political causes. Or maybe help to get some of LA's many homeless people into warm shelters.
And, speaking of which, how about all those dogs in pounds across the city? Rescue pooches desperately in need of homes. Oh, no, not for Barbra Streisand. She needs that very special designer dog curling up to her on the bed. Which, by the way, is another reason why Big Jim Brolin should lose sleep at night.
Just when you thought that somebody in Hollywood couldn't be more two-faced and irresponsible, along comes somebody like Barbra Streisand to raise that bar just a little bit higher.
Moron.
Dinner last night: Hamburger.
Thursday, March 22, 2018
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