Tragical

Some folks say you shouldn't speak ill of the dead, I poop all over that idea. I guess the idea is that said dead person cannot defend attacks, but I say if some dick head went to the grave a dick head, he probably knew to some degree that he was a dick head and it's fair to be called out as such. Plus they're dead, it don't matter what you say about them, they're done.

Do you want to know what I find even more surprising that the "news" continues to talk about Anna Nicole Smith? When I looked up the definition for "tragedy" (in an express attempt to show that the death of A.N.S. was technically not a tragedy) the dictionary told me that a variant of tragedy was "tragical". Seriously? That's a word? That's something I would make up to seem comically illiterate.

File this under flogging a dead horse (literally), but A.N.S. was a talent less, gold-digging junkie and it's ridiculous that people are still talking about this.
(The irony that I am also talking about it is not lost.)

I have nothing against her being a gold digger, shit if you have a shot at billions for being hot and can stomach making out with a pile of rotting flesh with a heartbeat for a couple of years, by all means do it. It beats the hell out of my job. But being a talent less junkie doesn't make you newsworthy, it makes you a former roommate of mine in some cases.

We're not talking about the body of say Julie Andrews showing up dead in a Hard Rock hotel. That may not be a tragedy either, but it would at least be noteworthy. Did anyone expect any less from A.N.S.?

Which leads me to this point, by a secondary definition, the death of A.N.S. may actually be a tragedy by default:
a serious drama typically describing a conflict between the protagonist and a superior force (as destiny)

It's a thinker, but what it is not is newsworthy. A woman famous for getting her picture taken, and then for "acting" in some movies that went straight to video, a woman who appeared to be so done up on some sort of opiate every time she was interviewed with a camera that you could cure migraines by watching said interview, was found dead in a hotel - probably with a mouthful of stomach contents.

There is a poor infant out there with the sad legacy of a dead mother whose sad, drugged out last days were captured by Entertainment Tonight and available on DVD via a reality show, and are played out ad nausea for our entertainment. That's the sad comment on Americans as voyeur monkeys, that's the tragedy.


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