Her boots may have been for walkin’, but her brain just seems to lie around and do nothing. She’s a political moron of the highest order and she’s not afraid to let the world know it. In social media – mostly twitter — Nancy Sinatra is the queen of the geriatric sub-mediocrities, and she’s managed to do it all with no discernible talent. [Damien LeGallienne, 30, September, 2015]
As far as Hollywood goes, however, far too many people are sort of famous for being the lackluster spawn of someone who is or was really famous for a real reason. These pitiful creatures have zero to near zero talent of their own, but they’ve been dipped in show biz sauce for so long that they’ve acquired a coating of fame-by-association.
These DNA-entitled nobodies are handed a little plastic surgery, a few acting roles, a record contract or a book deal – all in spite of the fact that there is no THERE there. They have no talent. They were born on third base but they think they hit a triple.
The moment they were born, about a thousand other talented kids lost any shot at fame. The DNA-entitled no talents inherited the open slot.
These Double Helix squatters have, however, been gifted with one true talent — they own the rights to someone else’s notable DNA. They are squatting merrily in a humanoid mansion wrought from someone else’s genetic material.
Take for example an absolute nowhere like Kelly Osbourne.
Who is she? What are her talents? ——— yawn —– I just drifted off for a minute trying to figure out why Kelly Osbourne is famous. I mean, I know for a fact that she is Ozzy Osbourne’s daughter, and for a moment I almost gave her a hall pass. I actually tried to figure out her talent –assuming for a second that she had one. Sadly, I came up empty.
Kelly Osbourne, mauve hair and all, is totally untalented. Her father tossed her the bone. Actually, he tossed the bone to his equally untalented wife Sharon who in turn passed it on to Kelly. Where ya gonna go now that Joan is dead, Kelly? Good luck with whatever because your bone got buried with Joan Rivers.
At this point it would be too easy to pick on Joan’s daughter Melissa Rivers for being in the same league as Kelly Osbourne, but I actually like Melissa Rivers. She showed a LOT of class when her mother died and for that alone she gets a pass. She’s a bright girl, and on the business end of the limelight she’ll probably do very well. I hope she does…but I digress.
Recently, thanks to the luck of the DNA draw, we got to learn all about some don’t–I-look-slutty-nobody named Paris Jackson.
Paris is making herself famous by letting the world know that she is Michael Jackson’s daughter. Who gives a shit? She sure doesn’t look like she could be Michael Jackson’s daughter to me, and even if she is, I don’t care.
This Paris Jackson heap of nothingness is the speed bump in my DNA theory, but I assume that Los Angeles County recognizes Paris Jackson as being the actual daughter of Michael Jackson, and that’s good enough for me.
Paris Jackson is the very lucky product — or not so lucky for people like Bobbi Christina — of an egg and sperm which came together to create yet another ho-hum organism. It’s been done — about a trillion billion times.
Sometimes you mate a sperm and egg and you get a sea sponge and sometimes you get a human being.
Social media – TWITTER – is the place where a lot of not-so-notable sea sponges like to go and wring out their wet nothingness to their FOLLOWERS — and let’s face it — that’s what they are — FOLLOWERS….not leaders.
Sub-mediocrities like Nancy Sinatra, Rosie, Ellen Barkin, Mia Farrow and a whole lot of other political morons run to Twitter so they can spread their SEA SPONGE stupidity.
Just a quick thought: It pains me to say nasty things about Mia Farrow because she is actually talented – more talented than her own mother, actress Maureen O’Sullivan — but there’s something weird going on with her and her untalented son Ronan and the whole Sinatra clan. Ronan Farrow, by the way, is a double scoop-sub-mediocrity who is gaining sea sponge fame with three sets of DNA –two that are seemingly certified and one that is rumored.
So all these sperms and eggs floating around on the sea and on the land but 99,9% of them come together to make mostly plankton or ants or termites….or sea sponges.
Sometimes nature throws us a curve ball and we get an actual human being who might just as well be a sea sponge….take Nancy Sinatra for example.
The nicest thing I can say about Nancy is that she is the highest variety of sea sponge. She is the ShamWow of sub-mediocrity.
A lot of ordinary sponges and human invertebrates with run-of-the-mill DNA seem to care what sea sponges have to say and Nancy Sinatra ranks very high on the sponge roster.
She has a lot to say, and just about all of it is stupid and silly and uneducated and dumb. But then again, the mission of this blog is to expose stupidity and dumbness wherever it make occur, and if you enter into Nancy Sinatra’s orbit – on Twitter mostly — the dumbness is incredible. It’s a red giant of stupidity. I know sea sponges and sea anemones and sea cucumbers who think that Nancy Sinatra is a moron.
This week – and I am certain there will be others in the future – Nancy Sinatra is the patron saint of borrowed DNA sub-mediocrity.
She reigns high and mighty in the world of the social media morons. She is the current reigning Queen of the Twitter sub-mediocrities. Yes, daddy’s little sea sponge has out-dumbed herself.
NOTE: Please do not allow my flowery and self-important verbosity cause you to forget that Nancy Sinatra has, in my opinion, absolutely no talent.
Nancy Sinatra, because she’s old and washed up and has already had the kids she wanted, takes to social media and vehemently defends a woman’s right to choose <—that’s the euphemism for pro-abortion.
Nancy-sub-mediocrity-Sinatra is worried that Planned Parenthood might get de-funded by political people she pretends she doesn’t like because she desperately needs to stay relevant in Hollywood now that Frank’s dead — and she needs to follow in the footsteps of her very high brow grandmother.
It’s been written that Nancy’s grandmother (Dolly Sinatra) was a midwife and a back alley abortionist who earned the nickname “Hatpin Dolly” for her incredible skills at scraping useless shit (human babies) off of uterine walls.
This is the stuff Nancy Sinatra is made of.
According to the Daily Mail: – Dolly Sinatra was…a midwife and an abortionist, for which illegal activity she got the nickname Hatpin Dolly and a criminal record.
More from the Daily Mail: Dolly’s skill with Italian dialects and her fluency in English led to her to become a facilitator for new immigrants trying to get citizenship papers. This work brought her to the attention of local Democratic Party politicians. Impressed by the force of her personality, they saw her as a natural leader in the community. Soon she was getting out votes and campaigning for causes, all the while roaming the streets with her black midwife’s bag.
Nancy must be very proud of her grandma. My grandmother didn’t know how to do abortions. She only made cookies and hot chocolate for me. Why couldn’t I have a crooked grandma?
Anyway, Dolly hit a California mountain at 500 miles per hour while traveling in a chartered jet back in 1977 – and that was the end of her at age 82.
Karma fetuses are nasty sons of bitches, aren’t they?
So, yesterday, some guy who calls himself, @TheRightWingM tweeted something that Hatpin Dolly’s granddaughter didn’t like so she BLOCKED him. She blocked him because she didn’t have an answer. She didn’t have an educated answer because she is a moron.
You will kindly note that Sandra Bernhard got dragged into this — she’s the lowest of the low. I don’t have enough talent as a writer to describe why she is the lowest, but I know she’s low.
So here is how it went. Kudos to @TheRightWingM