07 June 2007

Saving the other inmates from Paris...

Apparently, Paris Hilton got sent home from jail yesterday. http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20070608/ap_en_ce/paris_hilton

I have to say that I'm torn over this. First of all, I'm by no means a fan of her (or most other bitchy celebrity types). So, the thought of her going to jail was only news to me in that I hoped that she would be brutally gang-raped by the other female prisoners AND it would never show up on YouTube. Wouldn't that be awesome?

**Please note, that I reserve wishing brutal gang-rapes only on those members of society that believe they are more important than the rest of society and act like stupid a-holes the vast majority of their time on the planet. I do not in any way condone gang-rape, rape, sexual assualt, sexual abuse or anything else related to those terms under any circumstances and believe that there is a special place in hell for all those people (hopefully in the same room as Falwell and Paris). I apologize in advance to anyone offended by my comments.

On the other hand, after discovering that she was released early due to an unidentified rash, I can only commend the LA County Corrections Department for correctly assuming that Ms. Hilton must be infested by so many STDs that the only course of action to protect the other "clean" prisoners was to send her packing with a designer ankle monitoring device for the rest of her prison sentence.

It doesn't take much of an imagination to hear the industrial din of the lights going out and to hear the cat-calls and whatnot that are inevitable in every prison. (Having not spent much time behind bars (I'm not telling any of those stories...yet), I can only use the images put forth from some of the greatest movies of all time: The Shawshank Redemption; The Green Mile; Filthy Prison Bitches 3, 5 and 14; and, of course, Stir Crazy.) And, then, through all the noise, one can hear our dear debutante sniffling and scratching her rash at the realization that it had been 72 hours since she had her last drink and her last snort of cocaine. I'd have sent her home too.

I'm trying to clean up my language these days (you'll notice that I haven't posted in awhile), so I am unable to offer my true feelings about her, but let's just say that it rhymes with "What a bucking bunt". I truly hope the judge in the case gets pissed off that his sentencing order was not executed to his exacting standards and he throws her back in jail, rash and all. And I hope the rash spreads. And that it's a rare drug-resistant kind of rash. That would be justice.

About the only way this whole thing could get better would be for her and Martha to have to cell together and they both get Paris' STD. Sweet...

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