Belo Commission

I’m sick and tired of the entire media attention hullabaloo over one of our national hero’s pompous daughter, her obviously guilty ball-trotting statue husband (the couple reminds me of another batch couple with similar quirks), and the faceless third party who names herself after some cheap ass cigarette.

Now, I don’t want to sound like a complete acerbic dick, but missy here just choked on a mouthful of adulterous karma. Let’s see her verbally mangle herself out of this one.

Ladies and gentlemen, this is what you get when you act like a self-righteous, self-centered, brainless brat who spiels nothing but shame, not only to yourself, but also to your husband, to your former lovers, where one sired you an autistic retard as a reminder of your genetic aberration to a great line of intellectual gods, and another one gave you venereal disease, and ultimately, to your family, and to your dead father.

If anyone in this shithole city gave didn’t give two tugs of a dead dog's cock about this issue, they should make a Belo commission by now, composed of volunteers from an independent body (say, an all star committee composed of a dignitary from the department of agriculture, Dindo Pumaren, and a widowed executive directress) to survey the area for protein stains and what nots.

THAT is how absurd and crow-pecked this issue has been.

..GOD DAMN IT!! I'm not watching local telly for as long as I can, except when Darlene Custodio's on.