She was perhaps the best female vocalist of our lifetimes in her prime. But, Brutal honesty, for 4 hours today cable news broadcasted one of the most guilt ridden diatribes of co-dependents and enablers trying desperately to make themselves feel better about watching Whitney Houston kill herself. How? By pontificating about how God was filling their spirit while simultaneously trying to excuse their own culpability. A rainbow of self-serving parasites who were dependent on her for gain.
Sorry folks, this is ridiculous, and I’m gonna call it like I see it. Where were these friends, these loyalists, these people, when she was pouring liquid death into her body.? Where was Jesse Jackson, and Stevie Wonder when she was demanding another drink to wash down that Xanax? Where was Alicia Keys when Ms. Houston was headed to the pharmacy for another dose of reality control, avoidance, numbness and self-esteem from a prescription bottle?
Where was the father figure Clive Davis? Was he smacking the drink out of her hand and delivering the only pill she needed, the bitter pill of tough love? No he wasn’t. Nor was anyone else. They didn’t give a sh!t then, or they would have stopped her. Period.Don’t give me that crap about people have to first want help before they can be helped. Bullshit. Whether or not a person wants help has nothing to do with you enabling them to continue destroying themselves.
What the hell was she paying a body-guard for? To keep strange creeps, stalkers and weirdos away, while she surrounded herself with the safety of familiar creeps, stalkers and weirdos? That worked out well didn’t it.
If they handed her a drink they killed her. If they drove her to a bar they killed her. If they picked up her prescriptions they killed her. If they watched her drink and laughed they killed her. If they saw booze in her room and did nothing they killed her. If they kept quiet they killed her. Yeah, that’s the way it works. When you enable an addict, you kill them. Period.
Sure it takes the addicted person to buy-in to their own recovery and want to get clean and sober, but in the interim you don’t frigging support it. So anyone who knew, assisted, kept quiet, or went along just to get along, is just as responsible for her death as she is. That’s the truth. That’s how it works.
Oh, but how those who were dependent on her spotlight of fame to tan their own pocket books and personal egos come out of the woodwork to pontificate about her meaning to their lives. Methinks they doth protest too much……
Perhaps Aretha Franklin skipped the funeral because she knew what a complete and shameful farce this would become. The funeral of Whitney Houston exemplifies all that is wrong with fame, and those who are dependent on those famous person(s) for their existence and sense of self-worth.
Yeah the preaching was nice. The words from the ministry were eloquent and enlightening. But at the end of the day if any person within her association had any semblance of honesty in their soul, they would see her killer in the mirror every morning when they brushed their teeth. Some flipping use that 10 year body-guard was, not to mention the people who claim such label as “friend”, or family. Hollow tears from the bodies of self-interested enablers. That was proudly and wickedly on display.
Shameful.
There. I. Said. It.
