Nothing helps to soothe the pain like a picture of Sea’s big fat face.
The vulgar coat, the stupid Louis Vuitton bag, the painful shoes and the gratuitous Gaysian and midget are just icing on the cake.
I hate you, you stupid moon-faced bitch. But it’s good to feel some healthy rage instead of the kind that makes you want to kill every single person who might have said the exact word at the exact time to persuade Max that life was worth living. The bad rage is driving me mad.
I’d like to tell that stupid bitch and her stupid mom to shut their stupid fucking mouths and wallets but if it weren’t for them tonight I’d be stuck in an endless loop of questions that will never be answered.
When I get the strength and pull myself together, I plan to begin a thorough, groundbreaking analysis of what makes Alec Baldwin so despicable. Prepare to be grilled on this topic.
Have I stumbled into an alternate universe? In my world, a mother who has lost her son can rip into Mother Theresa for being too wrinkly and emotional and her unusual fashion sense if she wants. Also strangers don’t ask a grieving person for the details of the death. Oh and you don’t speak ill of, or besmirch the memory of, someone who has died in any way.
I’m embarassed to share a continent and an ISP with Debra. There must be an eighth circle of hell for some people. A candle is lit, and a cat is sitting on shoes, here in Brisbane for Max.
Bels said (and I quote respectfully):
“A candle is lit, and a cat is sitting on shoes, here in Brisbane for Max.”
For some reason, “a cat sitting on shoes” is especially touching. I’m not sure why, but it makes me happy. Much happier than the silly horrid posts that imply that there is some right way to grieve, rather than just a hundred million horrible terrible ways, one for each horrible terrible loss than could be experienced.
Hey Syl
you must be a bit stupid or blind or both because if you want to give money to SW you go to the top right hand part of the blog and there is a “become a patron” just click on that dumbass and that will take you to a page where you can give various amounts. Stop whining and put your money where your mouth is you funking cuntie
SW you are amazing and I hope people help you out in your hour of need!!!
Whoa whoa whoa Cathy, what’s up with the haterade for Syl? Totally unnecessary and pretty uncool.
God damn, Sister. I didn’t know. I’m so sorry.
Why do you guys love saying the word cunt so much? You guys must all have an IQ of 10. And BTW, Debra is the only sane person here (as well as her supporters).
Why do you guys have such hang-ups about money and consumption? Instead of blaming Sea you might want to focus on your own insecurities and issues.
There’s nothing wrong with what they are doing. That’s their values. Learn to respect other people’s values. If you don’t like it, switch channels. That’s what I’ll do too after making this comment, because I don’t really like reading posts and comments from imbeciles.
Sick – I’m sick of cunts like you, so we’re even.
I’m so very sorry for your loss.
Sick of hearing “Cunt”- I hope you’ve made good on your promise and fucked off to Pleasantville or wherever you’re from, because only a real, true troll would berate a grieving mother on the inappropriateness of her rage and the channels she chooses to vent it on.
And in your book, apparently a few swearwords and some anger born of grief, are inexcusable under the circumstances, and being a big meanie to Sea is worse than Sister losing her child. You could try taking your own advice and respecting “other people’s values” here at this time, of all times.
PS: Sister, us cunts and non-cunts love you, and wish this did not happen.
Dear SW:
Good thoughts to you and your family, and my condolences.
R.I.P. Max
Sister Wolf
There will be candles in London for Max.
There will be rage here too for the trolls.
But mostly there will be misty love flowing through the internet to you and yours wishing you everything you want, from people like me, who have not met you but whom you have inspired.
love
It’s really sad that you hate so much on someone you don’t even know. Especially some 17 year old girl. I’m pretty sure there’s a lot worse people out there and your insults really show how ugly you are inside. Someone you love dies and your first instinct is to post abuse at some random stranger that you obsess about on the internet? Perhaps you should go see a Psychiatrist.
^agentm- see my previous comment.
The Aldridges’ should consider a restraining order.
You really are magnificent. I’m keeping an eye out for any more stupid moon-faced bitches to send your way.