- Oh hey, what's Rob doing?
- Watch for Flying Poop, Vegas!
- People Continue to NOT Take Tila Seriously.
- OH FOR FUCKS'S SAKE TILA, Give It A Rest!
- The Garry Sun Mystery
- Legal Beagle Eagle Fadeagle
- Tila's Myspace Friends
- Ooopsie! Heh. The Biff Kerfluffle is heating up!
- Jeepers peepers, where'd you get that Creeper? Par...
- Tila's Fail Blog Takes a Turn
- The Soup Dishes Tila
- Aww, sad face.
- Rotspot on the Radio!
- Tee Hee
- A pretty high quality video
- Who is Tila's new staff writer?
- Wet Dreams Really Do Come True
- Why Tila isn't a badass...
- I'm so excited to show you this!
- It's a red letter day for Tila!!!!
- And Tila's Musical Career Goes POP
- Official ICP Statement
- What's the World Coming To?
- OMG!! Poor, poor Tila!
- Aww, Poor Tila!
- Tila + IKP(bahaha)+Juggalos=NOT a happy family no ...
- Jimmy Kimmel & Tila's New Attorney (of which she s...
- Yes, There Were Firecrackers
- The Tom Green Perspective
- Tila Was Bleeding
- Our First Words from ICP and Method Man
- Dear Alan Gutman
- The Ensuing LOLZ
- Tila Becomes A Vampire by Doctor Request
- Guest Post: Sailor Vesta
- Just Want to Post This...
- Pictures and video just keep rolling out ...
- PR stunt for sure!
- 9Head is a fucking idiot!
- Watch Out for Them Bottles, Tila!
- Video of Tila at GOTJ - More vids
- Oh Goodness Kids - Tila Did the Work For Us - 2 UP...
- Bang! Pow! Boom!
- The Gathering: What We Know So Far, Plus What We'r...
- Bipolar Tila Only Exists In Fantasy Land
- It's almost time, Juggalos!
- What is she good for !?!?!
- Cracked out gutter-whore says what?
- Throwback Tacky Tila: Edition 2
- Did He Donate or Not?
- Dear Tila Army: Part 2
- Dear Tila Army. Part 1
- Pulled Over: A Love Story
- The Sex Tape Saga
- Tila is still stupid...
- OMG Media Frenzy!!!
- Garry's Guide to Friendship and Sex for Lambos
- Believe Me, Believe Me!
- Makin' the Hoes Rain on Jelis Haters
- ▼ August 2010 (60)
Friday, August 20
10:54 PM | Posted by Fatty McFatterson
Many years ago I befriended a wonderful 81-year old lady named Connie. I'd go to her house, late at night, and we'd watch Howard Stern together. In the 1950's she was banned from her bookclub for introducing racy novels to the ladies. Absolutely the most badass little old lady I ever met. I had to help her move her belongings when she was forced into an assisted living home. One item was her brass bed. As we took it apart she explained how her late husband was so delirious with pain from cancer, he bent the headboard rails by grabbing them and twisting. Though he was given morphine for his pain, it wasn't enough. Sadly, he died in that horrible pain. Two years after we got her settled into the assisted living home, she too succumbed to cancer, but not before begging her doctor for more morphine than he was allowed to give her. She told me at times the pain was so horrendous that she actually stopped feeling it, her mind would just take her to another place. Her doctors, she explained, felt giving her more morphine was a certain death sentence. At 83 years old, tomorrow was just as much a death sentence. It was heartbreaking knowing this dear lady had to watch her husband die from the most horrible pain imaginable, and now she was reliving the whole nightmare with her own.
Since then, I've witnessed the effects of cancer and the oftentimes horrific, excruciating pain that goes with it. Each time, morphine was the drug of choice prescribed by the physicians, and often it was just a bandaid, so to speak. The drug is so highly regulated, and so difficult for doctors to justify prescribing, that it seems oftentimes, that only certain painful death will loosen the doctor's hold on their prescription pad.
What does this have to do with Tila? Well, if you take a look at the video shot yesterday on Robertson, by x17online.com, you'll hear her in the first minute mention that she's on good drugs, that the cashiers in the store she just exited asked if they could have what she's on, and she wondered why they would want to be on morphine at work. Of course, she's weaving all over the place, and kinda stumbling. She claims it's because she's dizzy from the morphine.
Morphine. An opiate drug so powerful, that doctors used to have to hand-write prescriptions with certain codes to ensure the prescription wasn't being forged. A highly-addictive drug that would never be given to an addict without a justifiable reason and under the direction and supervision of a physician. A drug that cancer patients, in the throes of pain, often have to beg for, because doctors have to dole it out in limited amounts to ensure its not abused. A drug that is often the last resort for doctors and cancer patients to control pain so great, no human should ever have to endure.
Morphine. A drug Tila would like us to believe was prescribed to her 7 days ago for 2 tiny cuts on her face that required neither stitches nor glue. Two tiny cuts that have no auxiliary bruising. A drug Tila would like us to believe she's been taking every day for 7 days after receiving those 2 tiny cuts.
My friend died an agonizing death, because her doctor took great care in trying to relieve her pain, and yet not allow her to abuse the drug. And Tila wants us to believe her pain for two little bitsy, teeny weeny cuts, was so great that a powerful drug, used primarily for the excruciating hellish pain of cancer, was needed to control it for the duration of a week.
Fuck you Tila. Fuck you and your moron army who believe every lie out of your ugly, twisted little fat mouth. Fuck you for thinking you're such a badass, yet you whine about the pain of two little cuts. My 4 year old broke the radius bone in her arm, and every bone in her wrist from a fall at the playground. Guess what? No morphine. No pain meds at all. She was casted up and sent home. I kissed her owie, and that was the end of it. She didn't send the pictures to TMZ. She didn't parade her little 3-foot tall self down the street begging for attention. She didn't threaten to sue the playground. She wasn't "in" bedrest for a week, not even a day. She didn't whine for a week, hell, she barely whined for an hour. My tiny little girl took her lumps, and walked away. That is badass Tila.
And my friend, Connie? Fuck, she was as "G" as you get. She wore orthopedic shoes, support hose and polyester pantsuits. She'd kick your little pansy ass from here to fucking Florida.
Go ahead Tila, milk this situation. Try to cause problems for ICP and the Juggalos. For a minute you actually had the concern, the support and the sympathy of many around the country. Haters actually came to your defense. Guess what Tila, you're changing the haters back to haters, and your supporters to haters. Juggalos that might have supported you, are now realizing why the ones who threw shit at you, felt compelled to do so. They are thinking if they could only turn back time one week, they could have enjoyed the same luxury of throwing shit that they just condemned.
In closing, you claimed you were driving your LEASED Lamborghini while under the influence of a Schedule II controlled substance. Hope your idiot army doesn't think that's an appropriate option. We know your doctor did not give you morphine, but you were definitely on something.
Keep on lying bitch, you're writing the script for your karma right now.