Hollyweird`s Deadly Love Affair

Everything that
is wrong with

Hollyweird
and its enablers can be summed up in two
words:


Courtney Love
.

Here is a
`60s-born trust fund baby who

became a drugged-out stripper,
a critically
acclaimed singer who couldn`t sing, and a critically
acclaimed

actress
who couldn`t act except when she was

playing
—what else?—a

drugged-out stripper.

Along the way,
she became pregnant with grunge rocker Kurt Cobain`s
baby, during which time she

reportedly shot up heroin
. After

Cobain committed suicide
, Love cashed in, dropped
their toddler off at grandma`s, stole a married
entertainment industry mogul away from his pregnant
wife, assaulted and threatened journalists, terrorized
airline employees and passengers around the world,
overdosed on pain-killers, and every once in a while
paraded her

tragic child
at movie premieres while tottering
about high and half-nude on the red carpet.

Oh, and I
haven`t even gotten to last week`s

breast-flashing performance
on CBS`s “Late Night
with David Letterman,”
the

microphone-hurling
tantrum at a club after her
striptease on Letterman, and the concert stage dive the
day after that sent a

newspaper photographer
to the hospital.

Stripper-turned-celebrity Courtney Love is a wretched
embarrassment as a musician, movie star, and mother.



“Where`s Frances!”
she
screeched when she lost her daughter backstage at the
Grammys last month. After locating the child, Love
abandoned her and went out boozing with fellow
exhibitionist Paris Hilton. Upon swallowing at least 20
milligrams of OxyContin recently, Love was nursed by
Frances, now 11, who made her strung-out (biological)
mother some green tea while they waited for an ambulance.

“I made it
fun,”
Love explained to
People
magazine. “I said it was going to be
gross, and I was going to have to make myself throw up,
but it was going to be okay.”

As muck-raking
authors Andrew Breitbart and

Mark Ebner
note in their scathing and exhaustive New
York Times best-seller,
“Hollywood, Interrupted,”
Love ranks “among
the most troubled and twisted alumni of the
entertainment industry annals of fame and its
discontents.”
She merits her own chapter in their
brave book, but she is hardly alone (see

Michael Jackson
,

Winona Ryder
,

Madonna
, Anne Heche,

River Phoenix,
etc., etc., etc.). Breitbart and
Ebner offer an unflinching investigation of celebrity
miscreants and their industry, “which condones—if not
outright rewards—pathological behavior.”
 

The authors
refuse to provide what all the fixers, fawners, and

Doctor Feelgoods
in Hollywood peddle to explain
celebrities` bad behavior: mealy-mouthed excuses and
politically correct spin.

Not
surprisingly, ingratiating entertainment media reporters
and industry titans have made a conscious effort to
ignore the book`s diagnosis of

“insanity chic.”
The sycophants` coddling of
Courtney Love vividly proves Breitbart and Ebner`s
point.

Now 39 going on
13, Love is vulgar, wasted, violent, and vain—the
epitome of the Hollyweird sex symbol. And yet, the
industry still adores and excuses her.

"She`s just
battling her demons right now. I think the fans will
look past the demons to see the talent underneath,"

Max Tolkoff of the trade magazine Radio & Records
told

the press
. Underneath what? 

“Her new
album is an odd, appealing collision of precise
hard-rock riffs and glassy-eyed screeds,”

gushed music reviewer Kelefa Sanneh in the

New York Times.
“Not surprisingly, these songs
sound even better when they`re half hidden in a haze of
jail-induced hoarseness and who knows what else.”

Sounds like Ms. Sanneh may have been in her own little
haze.

Then there`s
CBS, unrepentant CBS, whose executives were apparently
tickled to death by Love`s pathetic exhibitionism on
Letterman`s show. The CBS.com website still features a
front-page link to the video clip billed as

“Courtney Love`s Desk Dance.”
Like a soft-porn
spam e-mail announcement, the CBS site luridly boasts:
“Oh, Danny boy! Watch Courtney dance on the LATE
SHOW.”

After Love
lifted her raggedy top for the charmed Letterman, he
grinned from ear to ear, and cooed: "Very sweet of
you. We`re going to lose our liquor license."

Cue the audience
laughter.

“Take care of
me!”
Love hysterically
demands of her audience. David Letterman and the rest of
the selfish abettors in celebrity self-destruction have
been all too happy to oblige while poor little Frances
counts the days until she officially becomes an orphan.

Who`ll take care
of her? Dave?

Michelle Malkin [email
her] is author of

Invasion: How America Still Welcomes Terrorists,
Criminals, and Other Foreign Menaces to Our Shores
.
Click

here
for Peter Brimelow`s review. Click

here
for Michelle Malkin`s website.

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