As promised last week, I will focus my attention to the domestic issues. I guess I've kept my promise if you consider the barrage of news coming from the Bahamas as domestic.
For almost the last month, the news has been saturated with information about the death, the funeral, the family and friends of Anna Nicole Smith. I have noticed it nightly on television. I have noticed it on my news websites. I have noticed it in my e-mail. I've noticed it in the newspapers. And since I am stuck inside due to nasty winter storms in the pasture, I see more of it. And I am sick of it.
Actually, I have never understood the interest in this Marilyn Monroe wanna-be. I never saw her as intelligent, a role model for young women, the philanthropic type or adding to the relief of the ills of the world. To be completely honest, it appears as though she only had two things going for her. And they were manufactured.
But the media is all over the events in the Bahamas like stink on, well, a cowpie. Why? This woman started out 20 years ago as what most of the media would call "trailer trash". She was barely out of school, had one son and working in a diner. Then came a divorce from the father of her first child. She took off to find a new life.
Work was found at Wal-Mart, then Red Lobster and finally in a "gentleman's club". (I use that term "gentleman" loosely.) A whirlwind tour around the Playboy Enterprise and selection of Playmate of the Year in 1993 brought her the fame she desired. During her time at the club and the photo shoots for Playboy, she met J. Howard Marshall, an oil billionaire. When she finally accepted Marshall's proposal and got married, she hit the papers again as a gold digger looking for a sugar daddy. The age difference was such that he was eligible to collect Social Security at the same time Anna was doing topless photos crawling around in her diapers back in Houston, Texas.
The marriage lasted 13 months in separate mansions until Marshall died. Then the news media followed her to the courtroom to claim what she said was promised to her. One courtroom to another ended up at the US Supreme Court. Finally after years of fusing with Marshall's son, they settled for her receiving about half a billion dollars. A little better than tips at the diner.
But enough of her life history.
This week it was announced that the funeral would take place and she would be buried in the Bahamas, next to her son who died last year. And the media won't give it all a rest.
Personally, I don't care about who is the father of the little girl. It looks like the revolving door on her bedroom has brought up many names and male gold diggers so with no DNA testing completed before the funeral, it's all speculation. Why do people care about who is attending the funeral, who will sing what special song, what Anna will wear in the casket, that Marshall's ashes are buried with her, etc, etc, etc.
About all we know for sure, is that she appeared to get what she wanted out of life: money and fame.
We should all be able to strive and secure what we want out of life. But it should be something that would last longer than fame and money. Even in death, Anna got more of what she wanted. But it won't bring her back.
Maybe the music playing for the funeral should be "Is that all there is?"