Schwetty Balls My Ass!

Okay, I’m not a huge fan of Kim Basinger, but I most assuredly hate Alec Baldwin. On my personal scale of loathing for certain celebreties, where PeeWee Herman is a “1″ and John Travolta is a “10″, Alec Baldwin ranks right there around a “9″.

So there I am peeking into a variety of blogs and there I see this from HelenKay Dimon:

For those worried about Alec Baldwin, his career, his ongoing custody proceedings and his ability to pay the mortgage - and I know that�s probably, well, none of you - never fear! Alec landed a book deal. Not just any old book deal. No, not Alec. He landed a �very significant� book deal. For those playing at home, that translates into the �very� high end of a $251,000-$499,000 range advance.

I’m sorry, but this makes my blood boil! Alec Baldwin should have to suffer through his personal tragedy and lick his wounds and NOT get rewarded for it like some idiot with a publicist!

Don’t tell me… let me guess…

All the time during the breakups, his publicist/agent/manager/currentsexpartner was going, “Wait, Alec… if you do it THIS way, I can get you $100,000, NO, $200,000!! YES, if you don’t get the kids, you can drag her name through the mud AND make enough for a really nice vacation!! Make sure you get all this down on paper, and you’ll look like a saint!”

Jesus. I’m sorry, but these trumped up “Memoir of a star studded divorce” is nothing more than made up shit crafted to sell fiction as non-fiction.

Go away, Alec, and take your Schwetty Balls with you.

Nice job making money off the suffering of your kids, Alec.