There’s a certain moment in every adult’s life when they realize that while they can do whatever they want, they probably shouldn’t. When I first moved out of my parents house, I realized I could finally lie around eating Pop-Tarts for every meal and no one could tell me otherwise. And then I realized I wasn’t eight-years-old and I stopped. However, some people never learn this lesson. Charlie Sheen is one of those people.
Which brings me to the point of this rant: I’m not covering Sheen anymore. Why should I? He’s a violent, misogynistic, drug-addicted psychopath who feeds on our attention and brushes off criticism by saying that everyone who isn’t him are fat, ugly losers and that he’s “Winning”. And people seem to regard him as some sort of folk hero. Ultimately, the guy has jumped the shark. He jumped the shark, fucked it, shot it, set it on fire, stuffed it in the trunk of his car, pushed it off a cliff, told the cops the car was stolen, then snorted the ashes.
But the one major reason I’m no longer covering him is simple: Because I’m honest to God worried about the guy. When I poke fun at other celebrities, I at least know they’re going to be okay, and I’m not enabling their delusions. But with Charlie? Nope. Sorry, there’s no way this can end well. He has two options here: He gets some self-control and humility, or he kills himself and/or others around him.
So yes, no more Charlie Sheen coverage here on PopBytes. Which is going to make this hard as hell since like 90% of gossip right now is Sheen-based, but them’s the brakes. Although I will amend this rule for one of two scenarios: I will write a post if Sheen gets help, or I will write a post if he dies. Hate to be morbid, but we have to face this for what it is: An addiction that may or may not end terribly.