#winning

There’s a long standing idea in the Western world that anyone who lends their name to the spotlight is open, in fact, deserving of any which kind of critisicm that comes their way. There may be a war on multiple international fronts, but our supermarket check stands and queues are littered with celebrity gossip.

Unless you’ve been living under a rock, you’ll surely have gotten wind of Charlie Sheen’s recent meltdown. I’m not going to carry on into too much detail on the actual on goings, but what’s more than obvious is that the man is clearly deranged, and mentally unstable.

Looking at the recent hoopla of Charlie Sheen’s latest brush with psychosis is in many ways both sad, and a reflection of the state of today.

I’m not sure if many of you remember, but while Twitter was single handedly brining democracy to #Egypt, Calvin Klein decided to take advantage of the social media buzz to peddle underwear.

Social Media is a fickle animal, with trends emerging and dying quicker than it takes to respond in 140 characters or less.

I rarely listen to the radio, but about a week ago, I decided to tune into my personal favorite, a man whose goatee is almost as bad as his jokes, Jim Rome. During commercial I switched to the other sports station, only to find the nasaly host playing clips off a Charlie Sheen soundboard, while his sidekick got in a few cheap chuckles.

Scour social media sites, and you’ll be inundated with a constant barrage of “#winning” updates and wise cracks about Sheen that made the pedestrian Chuck Norris jokes look like a reincarnation of George Carlin.

How many of your braindead friend’s decided to tell the world that they were, “on a drug called Charlie Sheen”?

Now you may think I have some sort of sympathy for Mr. Sheen. Not the case at all. I just found the whole thing to be far from funny. I mean, in this day and age, are any of you really shocked by a drunk celebrity spewing utter nonsense into a camera or microphone?

That shit was old when Mel Gibson was doing it.