Well, as you know, my delightful Disney daffodil is wilting under the heat of the very insatiable publicity machine that jammed her cherubic face into America’s homes and hearts. That’s right, I’m talking about Billy Ray Cyrus.
Now, I’m as big a fan of Achey Breaky Heart as the next guy, and Doc was my third favorite family drama (right behind Walker Texas Ranger and HGTV’s Ride My Pimp), but we have to draw a line somewhere, America! Exploiting youself is one thing, but exploiting another living embodiment of God’s love is quite another!!
You’ve seen the photos, I’m sure. You’ve witnessed the grotesque visage of Hollywood debauchery and, if you’re like me, you threw up on the couch, your stomach churning from disgust and a hastily eaten lunch. You wept in the bathtub, knowing that a fifteen year old girl can’t discern right from wrong. A fifteen year old girl doesn’t realize the soul seering brightness of the spotlight. And a fifteen year old girl has no idea what fifteen minutes of fame can do to a timid, but trustworthy Yorkshire Terrior.
Sorry, Roadie. I’m sorry it’s come to this…(sob)…
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