This is the princess God has given us. Malia Obama. Yes, the daughter of Jesus Christ himself and she made some recent news of her own.
As she has craved a role in show business, she now has a professional stage name for her future film writing and directing efforts.
Malia Ann.
Like Rose Marie, except for the bow in her hair and a few other things.
Now, frankly, I could care less what these idiots call themselves. But I wonder what the purpose is. Is she trying to hide her identity so she can show everybody that, like Mary Tyler Moore, she just might make it on our own,
Oh, please. I am sure Malia has some soupcon of talent but she's also had some incredible early success in her career. And don't think for a moment, morons, that any of that has happened with a well placed phone call from Barry and/or Mommie Dearest. Despite her efforts, every single door has been opened for her like the doorman at a Park Avenue apartment building.
Heck, if my dad was under a billion dollar talent contract with Netflix, I'd use that golden key, too. But my parents were not and neither are yours either. There is one major boost here and it started years ago when the Dada and Mama got her a gig interning for Harvey Weinstein.
Hmmm, back when Harvey was getting hit from all #metoo sides, do you remember Barry and Michelle commenting on it?
Nah,
You see they knew then that their kid was destined for Hollywood success. With the same magic formula that got them where they are.
You still buy into these shitheads? Well, then, morons of a feather...you're flocking together.
Dinner last night: Sandwich.
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