Innamorati Inc openly condones murder of celebs!!
The Assassination of Paris Hilton
How did such extremism take hold in the liberal West? “It is necessary to destroy hope, idealism, solidarity, and concern for the poor and oppressed,” observed Noam Chomsky a generation ago, “[and] to replace these dangerous feelings with self-centred egoism, a pervasive cynicism that holds that [an order of] inequities and oppression is the best that can be achieved. In fact, a great international propaganda campaign is under way to convince people – particularly young people – that this not only is what they should feel but that it’s what they do feel.”
“Wow. It’s sad to see someone really that down about the current period of time. I suppose I’m not surprised. I do know that I tend to look at the world a lot differently than most people, who don’t really ever to stop and think about how great it is that we have the Haber-Bosch Process or that, thanks to showers, toilet paper and anti-perspirant, most people no longer walk around with severe body odour.
Yet I submit that right now, if you live in the US, Canada, Australia, Western Europe, Japan or any other fully industrialized modern country, life is actually really good right now. Perhaps it’s not as good as it was a couple of years ago, but it’s a hell of a lot better than at any other time in human history. If those who lived a few generations back could see how we lived today they’d be shocked by the near paradise that exists. Seriously.”
. His disciples said to him, "When will the rest for the dead take place, and when will the New World come?" He said to them, "What you are looking forward to has come, but you don't know it." – Gospel of St Thomas
“America is responsible for creating a materialistic culture that separates people from one another and makes them forget how to be human.”
Chapter 1
A Weekend in Paris
Just splurge out lots of shit and edit it down later, that’s what I’m learning in creative writing class, and I guess I’m going to be keeping going to it, seeing as how I’m going to be employing that technique from now on. So Paris Hilton, word association; tramp, bitch, slut trashy glitzy girly money sucking garbage filthmonger. Why do I hate her sososososos? Obviously it is due to being picked on and teased at school by the beautiful people for not being cool enough, wearing the right clothes and saying the right mindless crap to fit in with their shitty view of life. No Oakley shades means social outcast, and that fucking bitch Paris Hilton is right at the top of the fucking mind control pillar of garbage that has created that reality in the minds of the young and empty. The anger is directed in the wrong place, or perhaps it is right place after all, for maybe it is not the fault of these young idiots who hurt me when I was a kid, but the fucking cunts who’ve arranged things so that mainstream society would be like that, making everybody feel like they need to fit in to one narrow perception of life, and socially ostracising the more intelligent people that can see through the buffet of lies!!! When I see that smug bitch walking out to greet David Letterman, I just want to put a bullet through that shallow empty fucking head of hers, and tell people “this is not a role model, this vacuous slut is not someone that young girls should wish to emulate, she’s just a spoiled whore, who became famous because she made a porno tape that created controversy. Her Daddy’s clearly a fucking cunt of the highest order because he decided to use his own daughter to promote his business, I mean “Paris, Hilton” fucking hell, work it out motherfucker!! A very mainstream 17yr old girl just told me that she thinks that Paris Hilton is just really stupid and banal, and dresses the same as everyone else. And to be perfectly fucking honest, I believe that is the secret of her success, she is not challenging anyone, or giving anyone anything to look up to, so her vibe creates a glitzy soft banal little image that naive simpletons can attempt to emulate. That, and the endless supply of cash she has access to, and the top dollar PR company that has moulded her media circus ‘career’ could have something to do with it also. And just maybe, being born into one of the most elite families in the world could also have some kind of influence. So is it that bitches fault that the worlds fucked up, and by that I mean the people in it? Not at all, she’s just one more fucked up shallow little bitch that wants to make a gold mine for herself and knows how to get it, or maybe she’s just a brain-dead little girl who is unaware of everything, and is genuinely just running around being a stupid blond and trying to make some kind of career for herself as a celebrity heiress. However, I think that killing her would be a fucking great start for the sort of revolution I’m planning. And then, like, totally blogging about it, so that the whole world would know why she had to die......and doing it in a way so I wouldn’t have to go to prison for like, a million years.
So I reckon, yeah, let’s go for it! Let’s kill that little bitch, and a few more like her, and send out a clear message to the world that we’ve had enough of the media creating these shallow beautiful monstrosities that we are supposed to emulate, but never can because we don’t have the money and social advantages. Enough talking.....
Chapter 2
Kill your Gods
Woooooowoooooooweeeeeeoooororrrrrrrrrrrr..........police sirens going off! Downtown LA, oh, that’s the club that Paris was DJ’ing at tonight, I wonder what happened? Trendy idiots standing around looking like fuckheads in their carefully cut up designer jeans, loitering by the police cordons, wondering if there’s some celebrity around they could be photographed with. A few people looking a bit more serious. There’s a foot sticking out from under a white sheet there, and it looks like its owner has chosen a particularly tacky shade of pink upon this night. Police interviewing a few earnest looking witnesses, one guy sitting on the steps smoking and looking pale and not responding to any questions. ‘Must be the boyfriend’ everyone thinks - right on! Zoom in on a random cop; “So you left the club, walked out onto the road, dropped your keys, and when you stood up her head had already been blown off?” Some black guy awkwardly answering his question, shifting from foot to foot. Elegantly guccied trainers shifting awkwardly upon the asphalt, neat little afro bobbing from side to side, you get the picture...... “yeah, man, just fucking ‘boom! You know?” he looks earnestly at the cop, who nods wisely “and then did you look around and notice anyone acting suspiciously?” “what, you mean, like, someone packing up a sniper rifle? No man, I didn’t see nothing like that.” “can you tell me what you did see, sir?” “I don’t fucking know, man!!! Just lots and lots of fucking blood, man! And brains and shit, and, fuck man!!” He started shouting “I’ve got a bit of fucking skull on my shirt, that’s what those bits are, shit! I’ve got bits of Paris’ skull on my shirt!” This last with a real edge of genuine poignancy that led the police officer to believe that they had perhaps had a ‘special’ relationship at some point. His anguished cry carried down the street where it was mistaken for some sort of ironic post-Warhol stab at the cult of the celebrity by some of the more oafish creatures of the night. “If you could please calm down sir” The peace officer said seriously, but it was no use and the young man started screaming and yelling and tearing off his clothes until a medic came and stuck a needle in him. The other witness was similarly useless. Finally some dour-faced corrupt looking guy in a trench-coat came along, grunted at things at the scene, looked at the bullet hole in the wall of the club (“armour piercing rounds, blew her head clean off!” – thanks, genius!) and when it seemed he had sufficiently irritated enough people, he finally allowed that the body could be moved. “and get these people out of here!!” he yelled in his best grumpy detective voice. In reality he needn’t have bothered, for once the people at the cordon finally got to see the shape of Paris under a sheet minus a head they suddenly gained a bit of perspective on things and decided that praps it was time to go home and do a few lines and just kind of mellow out a bit. Maybe check out what the TV had to say about it in the morning. And with that, our fave little girl Paris shuffled off this mortal coil and went on to whatever rewards await in the hereafter.
A lot different in real life to just talking about it. When I was planning it I just thought of her as some symbol that needed to be smashed, but then when I followed her around for a bit, and especially on that last night, I realised that she was not some epitome of evil, or even a knowing accomplice to something else, but just a little chick who had been born with a bit too much money. So no. No satisfaction whatsoever. Just a bit of an awareness of the horror of it all.......
Chapter 4
Just like when Di died
“Tonight, one of the lights of our world was extinguished in a foul act of mindless terror. Shock, grief, and a great love for a life that had so much to give, were the feelings of the world today when it learnt of the tragic death of one of the leading icons in modern celebrity culture, Paris Hilton. The killing, which appeared to have been motiveless, took place yesterday evening between the hrs of 3 and 4 outside club Tropicana, a well known downtown hangout. Blah blah blah! Need to hear more? Thousands of mourners flocked to her funeral to accompany the coffin to its resting place. White doves flying about and her dad going; “Her death leaves us numb with sadness and desolation, she will be sorely missed, there was no-one like her.....anymore?” raised eyebrow “just a couple” mouths the reporter “ok, um...sorely missed, done that.....oh yes.....Paris Hilton had her own special light, and I believe that the world was a brighter place for it, and now that light has been taken from us, the darkness once more tightens its grip on our hearts and minds. Oh! We’ll miss your sunshine, Paris! Truly you did illuminate us to ourselves......is that enough?” It was enough a while back, gramps, the journalist is thinking, instead she gives the thumbs up, onto the next celebrity interview. “With a kind heart, an easy smile, and a keen fashion sense J the celebrity heiress filled our hearts with joy with such shows as ‘a simple life’ et al. It was so funny watching her milk a cow I actually literally pissed myself laughing in front of my parents and had to run out of the room. She also enjoyed a career as a professional actress, appearing in films such as zoolander, et al. We got Richard on the street getting a bit of a feel for the vibe at the moment.’
“Well Linda, the vibe down here is amazing! There’s a lot of unity, people banding together holding hands and singing hymns, and holding little candle things in bottles and stuff, I can see people meeting for the first time and just holding each other silently, all social barriers broken down as they are united in their common grief. Yeah, totally amazing!” “Yeah, sounds awesome Richard, can we get some interviews down there?” “sure thing.....er.....hey you there! Do you want to come over here and let us interview you?” “sure thing man” “cool, ok, so, tell me. Why are you here” “I’m here for the same reason that everyone else is man. I fucking love Paris Hilton is why, and her death leaves me saddened and confused, no, dismayed......no, confused. Yeah.” “ok, you sure about that?” “yeah man, I’m totally confused right now” “are you high?” “yeah, a little bit” “ok, anyone else?” “I’ll do it!” (shy young girl) “omg! Paris was like, my idol, I worshipped her basically, from the age of 9 I just wanted to be her. I dressed like her, did my makeup like her, talked like her, and (*blushing slightly*) everything else....” “excuse me? What may I ask is this ‘everything else’ to which you are referring? (turns to camera), I’m only fooling ladies and gentlemen, for it is obvious looking at her that she is referring to the porno tape that Paris made back in the day. Is this correct young lady?” shy nod, “so does that mean that you could honestly say that you fuck like Paris Hilton?” another shy nod, with a slightly cheeky grin “well, ain’t that something folks.....?” cut. “Thank you, Richard that was most illuminating. We’ve just heard that speculation has begun to grow in the Oval Office that the attack could be al-quieda related. Paris after all represented everything that the Muslim religion is fighting against, and it is thought that the killing heralds the onset of a wave of related terrorist attacks targeting well known public figures. Bin Laden has yet to claim responsibility for the attack which the police say, was carried out with military precision (smirk of satisfaction as you read this) but the president has deemed it prudent to move the threat level from , vague possibility of terror attack, to high risk of terrorist invasion, the highest threat level yet reached since the 9/11 bombings, sorry, I mean, the plane things that knocked the building down, although darn it, you known the way it came down was just like when professional wreckers take down a tower building and set explosives to make sure the building collapses neatly in on itself rather than just randomly smashing all over the place destroying loads of real estate and killing shitloads of people. Anyway, down came the towers, and then it was like, fuck! Watch out, freedom, we’re gonna fuck you right up.......anyhoo.......so yeah, Paris Paris Paris, although actually....what we’re saying now is that the FBI are entertaining the notion that the killing was politically motivated and there could be more on the way. More of our darling celebrities gunned down in cold blood!” hands come up to distressed face “how awful.....let’s see now, this just in........apparently the attacker has made contact with the press and has left a note containing this statement; er, hang on,.....we’re waiting, I’m told its just coming......yeah.......drums fingers on table.....awkward laugh......you know this reminds of the time, oh here it is! ‘Paris Hilton was an innocent. An innocent that you people destroyed with your weakness, your vanity and your self-centred lack of personal responsibility. If you had been stronger, such as she could never have been born into her world, to strut and prance upon the stage of your projected shame and vanity. Although this tawdry goddess became a very devil, it was your fantasies that she acted out, in that gilded mansion of hers. You might have hated her for it, hated her for being perfect when you were flawed, but it was indeed your flawed view of perfection that created your little puppet which proceeded to move to your will. And now she is dead, and I was glad to give her that peace. You vile excuses for humanity!!! Reject the forces of shallow materialism, embrace your true soul and create once more the true goddesses and gods that live within you. You have been lied to, but the truth is still inside, and you must connect to this. One of your precious little celebs will be put down each week that you don’t do this, and I’ll be especially keeping an eye on the media and major studios.....” and that’s the end of the note. Well, what a fucking psycho, hey? Jesus Christ, is this nut job serious, or is it some kind of sick joke? Either way, I’m going to enjoy watching the cops and the feds hunt his bitch-ass down and send him off to Guantanamo bay for their own unique brand of ‘questioning’. Let him spill the beans on his terror cohorts hahahahaha....... (tv snaps off).
