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behind the music: a million little lies

2006-02-01 / 4:56 a.m.
a week ago, i was on the phone with vin and he told me to tune into oprah because she was bitching out james frey. i'm a drama whore, so i couldn't resist.

first of all, i had seen a little bit of his expose on larry king live, and i must admit i was disappointed in mr. frey. not for being selected for oprah's book club, not for making tons of money off of his memoirs, not even for the blatant embellishment of his memoirs!

i was depressed by the fact that i was not presented with a haggard-came-back-from-the-depths-of-hell man. c'mon what i EXPECTED to see and hear on television was a chain smoking, gruff, take no prisoners voice that comes from the likes of sylvester stallone, harvey keitel, or christopher walken. what we the people were presented with was a faggot. NOTE: members of the queer community, KNOW that i am NOT attempting to be offensive. i am queer myself, and i calls them like i sees them. i love fags, god loves fags, we all love fags. words are only as powerful and hurtful as we make them, and i love the fucking word faggot. i love all derogatory words, but i digress...when he opened his mouth, i recognized the accent that could only come from the very pink triangular country of fagaslovokia.

his voice said mary, and his clothes said homo. i was saddened that he didn't even bother defending himself against the giantess known as oprah winfrey. where was his nuts? tucked into his vagina, i guess.

i believe oprah should have been given the 'fuck you, haven't YOU ever lied before, you self-righteous bitch' song and dance she so clearly deserves, and NOT the 'i'm tho thorry' crap he had to serve up.

i read the damn book. someone at work bought 20 copies for the kids at detention to read. i had several friends tell me to read the book, so i read it. not the best thing i've read, but not the worst. i liked it because i identified with The Craving and The Fury, as so many people who battle with addiction and alcoholism do. i loved the characters, and was pretty fucking jealous that ol' mr. frey was able to kick booze and crack without the help of god, or some sort of 12 steps. as i read further, i figured the ultimate joke was on him, because if anyone in recovery has read the book they would know that he worked several of the steps without him even knowing it.

i didn't care about the lying, honestly. i figure, just like processed food, a story is gonna have some amount of bug guts, dirt, and bullshit in it. oprah is just fucking pissed because she looked bad in the public eye. and why does she care about looking so good? because she's a prima donna cuntbag. sure she does good things for people, but i do good things for people and give shit away too...you don't see me with a talk show, magazine, or billionaire status. i'm so sick of people wearing their goddamn mitzvahs like it was the newest perfume.

so james, quit apologizing for your work, and come OUT of the closet! you're not fooling anyone. oprah: let other people have the glory, and quit trying to be god. even if you have more money than god and power on earth doesn't make me like you. if you want to impress me, quit being so fucking plastic. give your money to darfur, displaced veterans, ANYONE except for suburbanite dolts.

moral of story: if you write a book of memoirs and it gets on oprah's precious list, make sure you havent lied at all, not one little bit. you'll be showcased on national teevee and everyone will find out you're a fag.

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