Don Quixote on Jan 11 2010 at 5:10 pm | Filed under: Uncategorized
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You shouldn’t care about them. Just ignore anything that mentions them. They have no redeeming value.
They are the ones that make Tweedledee and Tweedledum look like a class act.
Tweedledee and Tweedledumber.
No reason in the world to give two hoots about the two twits. The since cancelled show of exploiting your children for profit is the only issue worth mentioning. The network TLC, indeed, became The Learning Channel and what we learned is that child endangerment pays well and there are no legal consequences for the parents, who were more than willing to sell them for money and 15 minutes of fame.
Gack, Sadie, I thought that was the Osbournes.
I second DQ’s gack, even though I have utterly no idea who Jon and Kate are.
The only thing I know about them is that I do sort of seem to recognize the names. No clue why, or what they’re about, they just seem sort of pervasive. Atmospheric, like a distant odor.
Does this mean popular culture has bypassed me?
Eh, does anyone really want the full story? I’m okay to furnish the sordid details, but the quick version is
“Husband dumps mom of his (many, many) kids.
See? Done in one sentence. Without a single ‘e’ anywhere to be found.
I know nothing. I cannot be blamed for what they may do. I assume that if I should care about them Instapundit will have a post on the next twenty four hours.
I do believe Insty has posted on them every now and then, though. But then, the Blogfather is everywhere, sees all and knows all.
Stop the gacks
The names are vaguely familiar to me, but I am not going to look this one up on the Web. I can only assume I would be reading about the sordid side of American culture, and I needn’t seek THAT out. Ot inundates me already as it is.
How can you not know who they are? I assiduously avoid popular culture (except anything referring to anime
) and everywhere I look, I see their vacuous leers.
All right, I confess. Not only do I know who they are, but I actually watched an episode or at least part of one. And rather than exploiting their kids, they are entrepeneurs in the fashion of vaudville and show business.
And they are far from the first. Surely you remember these quints:
http://www.life.com/image/first/in-gallery/27292/worlds-first-famous-quintuplets
And on a practical note, anybody care to venture how much it would cost to raise 8 kids 6 of whom are the same age? Most of us raised our kids on the installment plan.
The real question is, do you know who the Roloff family is?
Okay, as I suspected, pop culture types. And some of us clearly know who they are. (And, in the age of the internet, I suspect we could all find out pretty readily.)
Which brings us neatly to the second part of DQ’s question, which he expresses as: why should I care about them? I might go a touch farther and say: why should anyone outside their immediate family care about any part of their act or their (no doubt) thrill-filled life?