Or rather, I’m glad he’s alive and functioning in this realm while I’m here to enjoy it. He is the pure and utter Ubermensch of hedonism. The logical end-game of a society steeped in puritanism and yet unable to shake the voyeuristic Schadenfreude (note to self: visit Germany-get this out of your system) that sugars the blood. I just watched the Piers Morgan interview, and I must say that people need to celebrate this man. He is a drug-taking, whore-fucking, line-remembering, Jon Cryer-make-look-good..ing…culmination of all that this society craves, nay DEMANDS of its stars. Yet he refuses to crumble. He will not apologize. He is what Tiger Woods should have been.
If only more people who live the liberal life could just keep on keepin’ on and give the finger to all those lookie-loos who finger hurriedly through the latest People magazine in search of the latest salacious gossip with one hand and give the old “tut-tut-tut” with the wagging finger on the other. We want this. We need this. We need more of it, if only to move to the next phase in our hero-worshiping star-fucker cultural Petri dish culture.
I see Charlie Sheen as a glimpse of what people imagine Satan to be like. And people are waiting uncomfortably for him to finally repent, like we demand all our flawed icons do, sobbing at our feet, begging for the sweet, vanilla release back into the morass of less ass.
Don’t do it, Charlie Sheen. Don’t give them that. You’re the change we need.
Porcine Drone 