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The Downfalls of Instant Gratification...



Some thoughts on these opportunistic whore names Ashley Alexandra Dupre:

I'm laughing my ass off that every day we learn some other embarrassing thing this stupid girl got herself caught up in.  Screwing governors and movie stars for money.  Making some of the worst music imaginable.  And screwing on camera for Girls Gone Wild.  This girl is a model human being.  Real salt of the earth kind of person!

But its proof positive that people are out for immediate gratification with absolutely no thought as to the consequences of their actions.  Who cares what may happen!!!  I want to do this something right now!!!

I'm sure this rocket scientist, shall we call Dr. Dupre, is in fact quite intelligent, has impeccable morals, and is an overall wonderful person.  She's just getting a bad wrap.  She was forced into having sex on the Girls Gone Wild videos.  She had no other option but to charge 1000's of dollars for sexual favors.  She was framed, damn it!!!

Yeah right!  The stupid whore is a perfect example of how this society is on the brink of complete collapse.  Big jump, huh?  From whore to societal collapse.  It would be a big jump if this slut Dupre was an isolated example.  But she's a dime a dozen.  Hell, she's not even shocking.  She's simply pathetic and laughable.

But that she's so damn common is the scary part.  That she screwed a very powerful politician who doesn't have a shred of decency is not in the least bit shocking.  That she appeared in gratuitous sex videos is oh so common.  That this news is run-of-the-mill is the terrifying part.  Leave out the names of this story and it could be about just about anyone in the public eye at even given time over the past ten years.

We're falling apart people.  This country is on the verge of complete collapse.  The complete lack of thought while we demand our immediate gratification will be the ruin of us all.  You'll see........................

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