Anne Heche does a booze, drugs car bombing...
... nearly kills an unsuspecting victim, but the "media" have no time for the aggrieved
I had never before heard of Anne Heche until she caused massive devastation by driving her Mini Cooper into a residential building because she was drunker than a drunk skunk and under the influence of who knows what illegal narcotics.
Los Angeles firefighters struggled to control the Palestinian-terror-bomb level blazes, caused by Heche’s drug-and-booze induced criminal negligence, for hours. Now, Heche is in the ICU with attending physicians surprised out of their wits that this pathetic human specimen is still alive.
Unsurpassingly, Heche’s suicide-bomber-style attack on innocents is treated with kid gloves by “celebrities” and a scandal-feeding media, which only survive to chronicle the days and deeds of one of the most corrupt and degenerate segments of society—that of an entertainment industry that exists on voyeurism, the promotion of sexual deviance, rivers of blood and man-killing, the peddling of “woke lifestyles,” and the celebration of “sexual diversity” in all of its distasteful, and often emetic, forms and perversions.
[Note, for example, that Heche’s most celebrated ‘achievement’ in life is that she was the ‘girlfriend’ of this other famous lesbian, Ellen DeGeneres, who marveled the multitudes with her long-running daily television show, which is now thankfully terminated).
Get-well messages are pouring in, morning zone gossip peddlers and grave diggers deliver prayers for the speedy recuperation of this self-destructive bloody addict, and various “experts” hold discussions on the technical aspects of Heche’s suicide bombing attack hoping to get to the bottom of the incident that almost deprived humanity of her rumored unparalleled Thespian talents.
But, absent in this deluge of well-wishing and deep relief breathing, caused by creepy Anne’s improbable survival, is any, even the briefest, mention of the woman who escaped a fiery death by cheer coincidence, when Anne’s Mini torpedoed this poor unsuspecting tenant’s living room and exited into the street by collapsing the house’s rear wall.
None from among the swelling multitude of well-wishers and “social commentators” would dedicate even the briefest minute’s mention regarding this unfortunate’s monumentally miraculous survival, but at the heaviest of prices of losing all of her earthly possessions.
Creepy Anne is now wrapped in a thick foam mattress of love, appreciation, and well-wishing. But, the unlucky anonymous, devastated by Anne’s many deviances, is left lying by the wayside.
Good work people!
PS: I hope Anne’s victim takes the cokehead to court for everything she owns.