That Monster, Ryan Jenkins, Found Dead

Burn in hell, asshole.

I didn't write about this horrible story simply because it was just too, well, horrible. Seems this monster did himself in British Columbia today.

via D-Listed:

"Ryan Jenkins, the contestant from Megan Wants A Millionaire who was accused of murdering his wife, was found in a motel in Hope, British Columbia. The police say Ryan's body was found by motel staff. They believe he offed himself, because his body was found hanging. Ryan was ID'ed through his fingerprints. Ryan's wife had to be identified by the serial number on her implants, because her fingers and teeth were removed.

Ryan was charged with the murder of Jasmine Fiore on August 20th, just 5 days after her body was found stuffed into a suitcase in Buena Park, CA. Ryan was hiding out in Canada after he escaped there by foot from the US."

I guess he figured once he was extradited, he wouldn't be able to afford attorney Mark Gerogos. Of course he didn't get Mark Peterson off for killing his wife, either.

That poor girl.

Michael Vick? Aww HELL No. Apology NOT Accepted. WARNING: Horrific photo

THIS is what dog fighting IS.

Michael Vick - still a cold-hearted criminal.

We're all supposed to say "Oh, Michael. You're forgiven." Guess what? I don't forgive him. This letter or blog or whatever it is, is simply a device to gain public sympathy. I've posted this dumbass's attempt at gaining our forgiveness, when in reality, all he really wants is to make a mighty fine living again in the NFL--and this is how it's done, apparently:

Vick (or someone on his payroll, perhaps) writes:

I’m sorry. That’s the place where I need to begin. My feeling of remorse. I ain’t never written a blog before, so putting my thoughts down on paper is a challenge - however it’s a challenge I must face. I can look a 250 pound linebacker in his eyes at the line of scrimmage and have no fear. But expressing myself when I know that there are millions of people who are so angry with me, and rightfully so, is a challenge unlike any other I have faced before.

What I did was horrendous. Awful. Inhumane. And I’ve no excuses for my actions. It makes my heart hurt now to think about what I’ve done. And I’m gonna be real honest, it took a while for me to get to this place.

Sitting in a prison cell didn’t make me feel remorse. It was meeting so many animal lovers, speaking with them and looking them in their eyes. Staring at them. Looking so deep into their eyes that I began to feel their pain. Allowing that pain to enter into my body is when I started to understand how bad it really was. I have been trying hard to connect with people who feel this pain,because for my whole life I was disconnected from the suffering of animals. And you might say, “come on Mike, how could you do those things to those dogs?” And you’re right…I
ask myself those questions every day. What kind of person does this? How does a human-being treat dogs or any animal with such pain and cruelty? And the hard part for me is the answer to these questions. Because the answer is ME. And I am trying so hard right now to become a better person, because who I was, I am ashamed of.

Cause see, my whole life has been numb. I was numb to the violence in my community…cause I saw it all the time, ever since I was a child. I mean, how does one grow up in a city that’s nickname is Bad Newz? You can probably guess that from the jump, ya’ know I’ve seen some bad things in my life. And football was the only way that I could escape. As a kid, I even used to go out fishing, and most of the times I wouldn’t catch a darn thing, but just needed to get away from the chaos every once in a while. So, when the commissioner called my name as the #1 draft pick in the NFL - the first time a black quarterback had ever been chosen as the #1 pick, I thought my life was all good. But, what I didn’t realize then, that I have begun to realize now, is that even though I had more money in my pocket, big cars and big houses, I was still numb. And when I say numb, I ain’t talkin about not realizing the stuff that was going on around me, it was just like I was living life asleep. However, that is still no excuse for what I did. But let’s not forget that there are still hundreds of thousands of young people growing in similar environments and seeing violence at a young age has severe consequences.

Now that I’m trying my best to wake up, I know I have a lot of work to do. And this isn’t about trying to win a Super Bowl ring or a MVP trophy…this is about trying to save lives. I think back to when I use to play football and of course I use to see all those kids in the stands wearing #7 jerseys. And I would never want them to look up to the Michael Vick who did all of those terrible things to the dogs. I know where I need to do the most work is with all of the people around the world who continue to fight dogs. Let me be straight forward with y’all: What I did was wrong, and what you’re doing is wrong. We must stop dog fighting, and I will do everything in my power to be a voice of someone who has finally woken up from the numbness, and knows just how bad it really is. My mission now is to be a source of service to save many animals. I am working very closely with The Humane Society and will be launching a new campaign shortly. If I had one hope in life, it would be that my actions will speak louder than my words. I know it will be hard to forgive me until you see my sincerity through my actions, but I promise you and I promise myself that that day will come.

Lastly, I accept this challenge, not of writing this blog, but of redeeming myself.

Uh huh. So, you looked into "doglover's eyes", did you Michael? How about the DOG's eyes? Maybe they are still just a piece of meat and a wad of cash?

You know, serial killers become "numb" to seeing blood and torture, too. Sometimes they begin with animals. And NO. I'm not saying that's where Vick was headed. Where's the MONEY in that?

Feel free to challenge me on this one, guys. (I have a feeling you won't.)

Cameron Douglas is just another spoiled, bored Hollywood brat

Awesome choice of professions, dude.

Michael, Kirk and Cameron Douglas.
"Everyone smile and pretend we're not
all screwed up! CHEEESE!"

Let the pity party begin, ya'll.

Here we have another cliche`--and in turn, a litany of "excuses" for his chosen profession: Cameron Douglas, the child (now 30!) of Hollywood "royalty"--with a reported $88 million Trust Fund, a product of too much too soon, a father who was never "there" for him, his parents divorced, his dad claimed sex addiction was the reason he cheated on his mom, too much to live up to compared to his lineage (in this case, Kirk Douglas is his grandfather and Michael Douglas is Daddy), BLAH, BLAH, BLAH. Oh, shut UP, you delusional, arrogant little prick.

Jesus H. I'm so sick of these over indulged, totally privileged little bitches who think they are living a movie role by becoming a "badass drug dealer". Dude? You are NOT in your dad's movie, "Traffic", but hopefully, you'll see the inside of a real-life prison.

Oh, and lest we forget, this 30 year old idiot was evicted from his rented Laurel Canyon earlier this year. Take a look at what was found in that residence, while he ran off like a scared 7th grader when the cops showed up:

"....Cameron Douglas has been given the boot from his leased home in L.A.'s Laurel Canyon. Classic signs of drug use were discovered in the home vacated by Cameron and his roommate, including glassine envelopes and home drug-testing kits, spoons used to heat a substance over the stove and filthy syringes and mirrors covered in white powder.

"A lot of drug activity must have been going on in there," says landlord Sky Reiss tells Star in an exclusive interview. Cam -- who at 30 has been in an out of rehab and has multiple arrests for cocaine possession, among things -- moved in last March. When he stopped making rent payments, his famous father picked up the $4,200-a-month tab for "a couple of months," says Reiss.

"But then his payments stopped too." So earlier this month an L.A. Sheriff arrived with an eviction notice. "Cameron and his roommate ran out the back door, leaving Cam's girlfriend behind to deal with it," says Reiss. And Reiss was left to deal with the "disgusting mess."

And now, here's an account of Cameron's latest little problem with the "dirty bathtub gin" this week:

via TMZ:

"The DEA claims Michael Douglas' son Cameron is a big time crystal meth dealer -- one who moved "pounds" of the drug since 2006.

According to his federal indictment filed in New York, DEA agents claim they ran a 3-year investigation, proving the 30-year-old actor sold "multiple pounds" of crystal meth to several people -- many of whom are now cooperating in the prosecution of Douglas.

All three witnesses mentioned in the document have pled guilty to narcotics violations. They are cooperating in the hopes of receiving a reduced sentence.

Douglas has been charged with one count of possession with the intent to distribute 500 grams or more of crystal meth and one count of possession with intent to distribute 50 grams or more of "Ice" -- which is the purest form of meth.

The DEA further alleges that Cameron deposited and withdrew tens of thousands of dollars in cash from the drug deals.

According to the indictment, Douglas was set up in New York after agents ran a sting operation-- in which they caught Douglas accepting $15,000 in cash in exchange for a promise to deliver a half pound of crystal meth."

That is one hell of a lot of crystal meth. If they don't treat this smug little a-hole like anyone else in the same situation, I'm gonna be pissed. He needs a bit more than 30 days in a cushy, effing REHAB in Malibu.

Know'msayin'??

Big whoop, Gisele Bundchen is pregnant.

Gisele and Tom Brady
Oh, remember her? This is
Bridget Moynahan, who Tom left for Gisele--
WHEN BRIDGET WAS PREGNANT WITH HIS BABY.
Awesome.

All of a sudden I'm irritated about Father's Day. Hearing about StupidGisele being pregnant today makes me angry. It brings back a few memories of being dumped while I was pregnant--and the baby's father promptly marrying someone else, and immediately starting a family. Wow. Total sharing moment. I guess that's what blogs are for, eh?

On top of that, I have no father. I never knew mine (he has since died), then had an abusive step-father.

So now I just sort of congratulate my husband for being an amazing step-dad to my boys--because he IS, and now that my son Alex is a dad, I can be proud of him. It's all very strange for me. I'm not sure I've ever really thought this hard about Father's Day before...but seeing these stupid celebrity photos above just sorta pissed me off on several levels.

Ummm, sorry. Happy Father's Day?