Here is the link an interview that my sister sent today with that
bitch person who “lived Oprah” for the year and then wrote a book about it. You need to watch it. It’s like 5 minutes of the worst TV I think I’ve ever seen.
Have you watched it yet? Yeah, now you know why I am understandably incensed about this on multiple levels.
A) That should have been my idea because I live Oprah anyway.
B) How dare she question Oprah’s taste in footwear?
C) If that bitch bought everything Oprah told her to, it would add up to a lot more than $4700. So she cheated.
D) Oprah made her do good for others, like provide books to female felons and save a cat’s life – what’s not to love? What sort of ingrate bites the hand that feeds the world?
E) Finally, when has Oprah ever ruined any normal person’s marriage or sex life? Well….I take that back. Forget point E.
F) She said people view Oprah like their BFF in a way which suggested that somehow that was crazy. I didn’t dedicate my life to making Oprah realize I’m her soul mate so this dumb broad could come along and ridicule me. I swear if I ever see her on the street, I’m going to give her a really mean look. Like, seriously mean. And then I’ll report her whereabouts to Gayle, and you can bet Gayle will give her the beat down she deserves.
That is all I’m going to say about this topic, which has wounded my soul very deeply. If she can’t see Oprah for the omnipotent, omniscient, omnipresent spiritual healer and teacher who wears really good shoes most days, then she clearly doesn’t understand her subject matter and should be revealed to the world as the charlatan she is. You know who she reminds me of? Debbie Mathers. Eminem’s mom. When she made up that song about him to get rich just because she was mad that he has spent most of his professional life telling stories about how she was the worst mother of all time. I just don’t like when other people try to get famous off the back of someone with the Awesome in them.
I just hope when Eminem isn’t on the phone getting drug counseling from Elton John, he’ll reach out to Oprah to provide some support.
And I would ask that my loyal readers, though none of you like Oprah, light up your cell phones, wave them slowly in the air and watch Eminem’s “Cleaning out my Closet” video I’ve provided access to here:
Now you have just a little taste of the rage I have and the angry poetry that I’m about to write about this woman and her dumb book and send to Oprah and her producers in a beautiful laminated album. If you have any worthy submissions, I will consider them, but they have to be really good. I mean, really Oprah-worthy.
“That’s it. I’m done!” (Ben Affleck, Boiler Room)