By now, we've all seen Oprah basically crawl inside Barrack Obama's backside and jump up and down like she just gave out more free cars. And honestly who cares? I don't trust Oprah or anything she endorses. Let's remember this is the woman who loves Celine Dion, John Travolta, and Neil Diamond. And lest we forget she turned two brilliant books (Beloved and Their Eyes Were Watching God) into shite movies. And do I really have to remind you that this is the same lady who thought it was a good idea to sing her own theme song and wheeled out a little red wagon filled with fat?
Sure, La Winfrey might be the "go-to" on where to find the best $35 oatmeal cookie or high speed colonic for your cocker spaniel but I'll look to the real minds of our generation, like Kim Kardashian, to help me pick out a president, thank you very much. Kim Kardashian is famous for having a big ass and for making a sex tape with Brandy's little brother. Period. And somehow that seems more genuine than any Angel Network or crappy book club.
It does make me wonder who Jerri from Survivor and Stavros Niarchos are endorsing for president, though.........
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