Rant

If you had an uncle who felt the need to trot out every excruciating detail of his pending civil lawsuit every time you visited, you'd stop dropping by, no matter how good Aunt Selma's homemade peanut brittle was. Why then is "Celebrity Justice" on two local television stations five times a week? Should we really care about James Caan's parking tickets or who gets to keep the dogs after Brad and Jennifer's split?

Yes, the nation as a whole has an unhealthy interest in Michael Jackson's TRIAL OF THE CENTURY. Why we should care is beyond me. It's not as if the goings-on in Planet Neverland have any relation to the real world. If some freakish, self-made mutant celebrity wants my kids to come over and play spin the bottle and read them bedtime stories from the Big Book of Venereal Pustules, I've got to think I would know better.

If I really feel I need to be informed, I can get the information I need without watching a "Celebrity Justice" "reporter" slipping on a hazmat suit and crawling up the sphincter of that ugly little story with a Mag-Lite.--F. Andrew Taylor