The 1% are Fucktards.

I don’t really know what people like Warren Buffet or Bill and Melinda Gates are like, and it’s not really important here. I’m sure that they, like most obscenely billionairy people would buy their way out of any negative situation that encroached upon their comfort, but what I’d like to highlight right this second is the spectacularly odorific species of rich celebrity dicktards who BELIEVE that they are somehow inspirational in the way that they handle life’s setbacks by throwing a wad of cash at the bad times. I am pretty sure that most of these bimbonic assbots think that paying money to solve problems is what “going green” really means. Whatev. It just proves that having a shit-ton of Benjamins does not a genius make.

Exhibit A: Bill and Giuliana Rancic. First, what the fuck? Did Guiliana’s parents have some kind of obsession with fucking vowels? Damn. Who can spell that shit? I had to look it up multiple times. Second, these two “people” are products of television. Bill’s claim to fame is a stint on Donald “Psycho-comb-over” Trump’s inane Apprentice series, and the girl shills for E!, which is the lamest name for a network ever. Okay. And then the couple turned their minutiae into yet another reality show. They met, got married and then found out while undergoing fertility treatments that the female-half had breast cancer. So. First, unlike gazillions of women who can’t conceive and have to buck it up and adopt, say, a crack baby because they can’t afford to order a baby from Cambodia, Ethiopia and Vietnam, the Rancic’s are in a position to funnel large amounts of money into the fertility-treatments machine. That shit ain’t cheap, let me tell you. And then, once they discovered the breast cancer, Mrs. Rancic had a double-mastectomy and recorded it all for posterity and reality T.V. And probably some cash.

NOW. Do not mistake my grousing for a dig at Mrs. R’s having cancer and being compelled to choose such a frightening and radical surgery. I can’t imagine her horror and fear and vacillation over what course to take. It’s the stupid shit that Bill Rancic said after the surgery that rankles me. In an interview in Glamour, Billidiot said that the cancer scare “turns down the volume on the things that don’t matter.” All right. I can get behind that. But then he totally fucked up all credibility with these conflict-free gems: “We’re going to do fun things this year. I told Giuliana, ‘We’re going to make sure every vacation day you have at E! is used.’” And “I want a house on Lake Geneva, and we’ll all spend our summers together up there.” Ohhhhhh. Bill, Bill, Bill. Don’t you see how out of touch with reality you are, yet you keep appearing in REALITY shows?! Yes, wouldn’t it be lovely if real women who suffer through breast cancer could concentrate on what really matters after their hideous ordeals: vacations and a house on Lake fucking Geneva!

And Mrs. R casually threw out this telling tidbit that shines all kinds of spotlights on her inner-workings: “My first day back [at work], I walked in and these girls I’d seen every day—my assistant, my hair and makeup girls, who I’d have fun with and be crazy with—all had this sad look in their eyes. It was like, ‘Hey, guys, cut the bulls—t. I’m the exact same person I was before. I’m still shallow, I still love clothes, I still want to talk fashion, I still want to gossip, so lay it on me.’ They were like, ‘Thank God.’” Yeah. No one wants that downer of having to deal with deep shit.

To top it all off, the Rancic’s announced today that they are expecting! Yay, right? So, they froze some embryos, which, you know, practically anyone can do these days, and then they purchased a GESTATIONAL SURROGATE. Yes, you read that correctly. The Rancic’s can’t conceive the regular, free way—if you count dinner and drinks as technically “free”—so they are paying some woman to let their fetus grow in her uterus-for-hire. Awwww. Isn’t that sweet? It’s like we are living in some freaking sci-fi nightmare! Isn’t it exciting and thrilling what money can buy these days?!

For the complete Rancic article, read More http://www.glamour.com/health-fitness/2012/03/glamour-exclusive-interview-giuliana-rancic-bill-rancic-diary-of-a-mastectomy#ixzz1svfP4wDI