What is it about the English that they seem to get it right pretty much everytime we Americans get it wrong (which is pretty much everytime)?
With the whole world holding its breath, awaiting Paris Hilton to emerge from her mansion, George Michael was sentenced to 100 hours community service and lost his license for two years. Easy-squeezy, simple-pimple.
Michael, if you recall, was caught not once but twice passed out behind the wheel of his car and with a bag of pot. This is eerily similar to Paris Hilton's run-ins, where she was charged with a DUI, then stopped and reminded she was not supposed to be driving, then finally arrested for driving on suspended license.
You can bet that the paparazzi will be all over George Michael's first day on community service. His jumpsuit-clad, broom-pushing image will grace the front page of every tabloid and entertainment section in the free world. This is humiliating, sure, but it's the kind of humiliation one learns from and not the kind of humiliation one carries around as it festers into bitterness.
What we're hearing now is that Paris Hilton was incessantly pressing the "medical emergency" button in her cell, where she was the sole occupant. Each time she pressed it, a guard had to check in on her, as per protocol. This likely played a big part in why she was released early: she threw a baby girl fit - a spoiled, pampered, little, rich bitch fit - and got what she wanted.
You and I would have been beaten and quite possibly sodomized by the same guards who let little Miss Paris Hilton have her way, and that's a problem. I had said that she should have gotten a similar sentence to George Michael's - and I still say that would have been the best method at the start of all this - but by this point, I am really going to hit the fan if she doesn't go back to jail.
For 45 days and no less.
With the whole world holding its breath, awaiting Paris Hilton to emerge from her mansion, George Michael was sentenced to 100 hours community service and lost his license for two years. Easy-squeezy, simple-pimple.
Michael, if you recall, was caught not once but twice passed out behind the wheel of his car and with a bag of pot. This is eerily similar to Paris Hilton's run-ins, where she was charged with a DUI, then stopped and reminded she was not supposed to be driving, then finally arrested for driving on suspended license.
You can bet that the paparazzi will be all over George Michael's first day on community service. His jumpsuit-clad, broom-pushing image will grace the front page of every tabloid and entertainment section in the free world. This is humiliating, sure, but it's the kind of humiliation one learns from and not the kind of humiliation one carries around as it festers into bitterness.
What we're hearing now is that Paris Hilton was incessantly pressing the "medical emergency" button in her cell, where she was the sole occupant. Each time she pressed it, a guard had to check in on her, as per protocol. This likely played a big part in why she was released early: she threw a baby girl fit - a spoiled, pampered, little, rich bitch fit - and got what she wanted.
You and I would have been beaten and quite possibly sodomized by the same guards who let little Miss Paris Hilton have her way, and that's a problem. I had said that she should have gotten a similar sentence to George Michael's - and I still say that would have been the best method at the start of all this - but by this point, I am really going to hit the fan if she doesn't go back to jail.
For 45 days and no less.
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