I keep bumping into the Madonna Adoption story. Apparently, she went to some African country named Malawi to adopt a little black kid because all of her friends were doing it. Being the big deal, hot shit that she thinks she is, she thought it wouldn't take any longer to do than to pick out a new diamond bracelet or a can of spermicide.
Once she discovered how inconvenient it would be to wait around for silly things like government approval and, oh . . . I don't know, things like the parents being down with it, she said "If you need me I'll either be in the car or New York." So she left without her "precious."
Once she was gone, all of the black people looked at each other and said, "Who was that and who the hell does she think she is?" Of course, her lawyer stayed behind to smooth things over with a few strings of beads and a "fire-maker." But even he could not explain who the hell Madonna thinks she is.
Also, it seems that the father of the newly acquired property ( . . . I'm sorry, child) didn't realize what was being asked of him. He claims he had no idea he would never be able to see his son again when the crazy American woman with the bad British accent gave him the autographed CD. The next thing he knows, his kid is being bubble wrapped and air-freighted to New York.
So, now I see Madonna is going to "explain herself" on the Oprah show on Wednesday. That's like Clinton explaining the blow jobs to the Democratic National Committee. But, to be honest, Oprah must be really torn. Does she continue to pretend she supports the plight of poor Africans everywhere or does she kiss her celebrity friend's white feminist ass? What does a millionaire icon phony do? She is a modern day goddess wrestling with the two sides of her conflicted nature. Black vs. White. Good vs. Evil. It's daytime TV at it's best.
In the meantime, I wonder what Lardass thinks of her little brother?
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