Creepy Einsteins and twisted role models.

Surprise! The only story in the news today is Whitney Houston’s funeral somewhere in bowels of New Jersey, with live video coverage plastered across the front of every major — and minor — news website in the country. I don’t get this, folks. She’s being treated like a fallen head of state — a national treasure who led a meaningful life of public service — rather than a has-been last-century singer whose addictions to crack and alcohol drove her into poverty and then killed her. And of course, America’s unrelenting opportunists extraordinaire, Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson, are front and center heading up the cast of today’s all-star mourners. All of these fine citizens are pictured below for your possible interest.

I apologize if you think this post is crabby and cynical. Truth is, I’m just sick and tired of creepy Einsteins and twisted role models.

Thank you for reading this. I desperately need a Marcy-tini and a two-hour nap.

P.S. It’s still raining. Yay.