So Kim Kardashian and Kanye West are reportedly dating; or whatever the hell it is that attention-whoring losers do when they conveniently tie themselves to one another for mutual benefit, commercial gain, or potentially diminishing the gene pool through procreation. Not exactly earth shattering news, I know. Both because little about either of them actually qualifies as news as it now appears Kanye was in love with Kim even before she decided to produce the Let’s Make an Even Bigger Ass Out of that No-Named Ass Kris Humphries Celebrity Wedding reality show. Oh, and long before the Kardashian camp began spreading rumors Kim’s former husband was… wait for it… gay.
Here’s a line from Kanye’s new release “Theraflu”…
“And I admit I fell in love with Kim … ‘Round the same time she fell in love with him … That’s cool, babygirl, do your thing … Lucky I ain’t had Jay drop him from the team.”
Beyond that, I can’t begin to tell you how much this story makes me happy. Sometimes in this world, things just don’t make sense. Nun gets Cancer. Good Samaritan Hit by Car. And then there’s the other side of things. Kanye West and Kim Kardashian are Dating. I call this poetic justice in the making.
Frankly, I can’t think of two people on this planet more perfect for one another. He’s a race-baiting, ugly as my ear wax, freakishly talented recording artist; and she’s an overly dramatic, famous-for-being-famous, clown shoe whose only talent is well… and videotaping it.
I’m not one that finds joy in other people’s misery. I just don’t see the good in it. So we’ll have to call this an exception when this budding relationship turns train wreck.
I wonder if Kanye will blame George W. Bush when Kim drops him, says he’s crazy, and starts dating a hockey player. Yes, a hockey player. I’m fairly certain that’s the only millionaire celebrity demographic she has left to round out her collection.
And just in case you were wondering if this was about anything but buzz and free publicity…