If Justice is Blind, then Paris Hilton getting a pass for medical reasons must be the equivalent of Justice having a Grand Mal seizure, followed by a Stroke, then falling down four flights of stairs.
For those of us living under rocks, the iconic debutante, publicity hound and party girl getting 45 days in the LA County Jail was an example of schadenfreude, enjoying the misery of others. I’m certain that there were those of you out there who created vivid mental pictures of a certain prisoner having the crap beaten out of her by fellow inmates on a daily basis.
Unfortunately, Paris Hilton has a "medical condition’ that caused the LA Sheriff to cut her loose wearing the latest in ankle jewelery that calls home. There are some despicable rumors that the subject has a case of herpes so bad that sharing the same zip code with her will get you a case of knob rot that make you wish for the old days of fifth-stage syphilis dementia. Despicable I say!
There are other rumors, even more despicable, that the inmates took one look at her, without makeup, without hair products, without her colored contact lenses and figured she wasn’t all that. An orange jump suit is not the most flattering cut, or colour and without various products to assist in attractiveness, she’s just some skinny skank with storebought sweater puffs and a skeevy snatch.
If the perp was an African American woman who was driving while suspended and probably drunk, the sentence would have been somewhere in the vicinity of 2 years less a day, with the potential for parole around the 728th day. This explains why the Rev. Al Sharpton is so angry that his hair is standing up like he went to Don King’s stylist. Rev Al has a point.
If you’re rich and white, you get a different justice from the rest of us. If you’re a ‘celebrity’ you get an even bigger break. Was Lance Ito the judge in this one? Not even the OJ Circus was this odious.
Ahh. There’s what her sentence should be. Paris Hilton should be made to hang out with Orenthal James Simpson for a month.
Actually, I have a crueler punishment than that: Let’s just ignore her for the next year. Yep. That would do it.
I’ll do my part and not write a thing about Paris Hilton, unless she goes completely off the plot and kills fourteen with an automatic weapon in a two-day standoff with the police. I promise.
Now, you do your part: Ignore her. Don’t read or look at coverage about her. Send her to Celebrity Siberia. In a year we can come back and find out she’s doing cover tunes in the bar of a Motel Six near Pueblo, Colorado. Agreed? Done.
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