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Cue The Circus

The day after last Thanksgiving, Tiger Woods’ finely manicured life began to fall apart with an auto accident outside his Florida home.  The day after Easter, he will take  his first halting steps towards regaining that life.  Next Monday, Woods will face the media for the first time in a press conference in Augusta, Georgia, in advance of his participation in The Masters, his first event of the 2010 season.

It’s been a long,  hard road for Woods since that holiday crash.  Rumors of infidelity turned to fact as at least a dozen women stepped forward to say they’d been a Woods mistress.  The golfer made several ill-advised attempts to control the situation before heading off to rehab (side note – ever notice how it’s only after the public catches a celebrity in the act that they enter rehab?  Just once, I’d like to be caught off guard by the announcement …), but web site notices and stiff public statements did little to help.  By most accounts, Woods has lost tens of millions of dollars in endorsement money because of his inability to keep it zipped.

The Monday news conference will be the first time Woods has stepped into the media glare with no preconditions.  No “statement but no questions”, no “five minutes only”.  Just Woods and the media, albeit in the admittedly cloistered Augusta National environment.  But it is the first chance most people will have to see the real Woods, post-rehab and post-embarassment.  As such, I have a few pieces of advice for Tiger.

– Be humble.   Remember, you got yourself into this mess, and this is your first chance to start digging yourself out of the hole (or 12) you created for yourself.  Step up to the mike,  look at the assembled crowd , clear your throat and say, “My name is Tiger Woods, and I’m here to answer your questions.  Who’s first?”

– Be honest.  Jim Rome has a hilarious clip of Tiger quotes strung together to sound robotic: “My… game … is … awesome.  The … course … is … awesome.  I … like … my … chances.”  The only reason it’s so funny is that it’s so true – and today represents your first opportunity to change that.  The genie’s out of the bottle and can’t go back – the old Tiger Woods died in the car crash.  But a new Tiger can emerge from the wreckage – looser, funnier, perhaps a little more respectful of the game.  Don’t try to reclaim the cool, robotic Tiger – become a new, open, honest Tiger.

– Be patient.  You are going to hear a lot of personal, probing, embarassing questions – and hear them over and over.  You will be tempted to shut things down the first time you hear someone ask for details about the  affairs, but don’t.  The press may be a pain in  your ass – particularly today – but remember, without the press there never would have been the millions in endorsement money in the first place.  They made Tiger Woods, and they can break you as well.  That said,  you are under no obligation to turn this into the set of Oprah;  state  upfront that you won’t be answering any questions regarding the affairs, and when someone asks, simply smile and say “next”.

– Be real.  Look, you frakked up – there’s no sugar-coating that.  But you’re not the first, nor will you be the last.  Answer the questions to the best of your ability and let the people see you for who you are – a flawed human being doing the best you can to be better, and a golfer ready to kick ass from the very first tee.

Personally, I … like … his … chances … :-)

More Dangerous Than Anyone Thought

If you make your living on the sea, you put your life at risk every time you leave port. That’s just an unavoidable fact of working on the ocean, and one that every commercial fisherman knows all too well. Certainly that is well-known by all the crabbers working the Bearing Sea crab grounds, the fishermen whose lives and livelihood are documented in The Discovery Channel’s hit series, “The Deadliest Catch”.

Long before television make some of them into rock stars, rugged crews drove their boats into harm’s way on the wrong side of the Aleutian Islands in search of the bounty of crab that lives there. All too often, someone didn’t come home, and it was that “roll the dice” mentality that brought the cameras north in the first place. The change from the winner-take-all “derby” fishing to a more sedate – and safer – quota method drained a lot of the drama out of “Deadliest Catch” after a couple of seasons, and focus turned to the people who ran the boats and took the risks. We learned more about the men of the fleet, and what made them tick.

One of those men was Phil Harris, captain and co-owner of the crabber CORNELIA MARIE, and audiences got to know an awful lot about Phil and his crew. We learned that he was a prankster, a lifelong crabber, and a proud father to Jake and Josh, his two sons who served on his crew. We also learned that he was a short-tempered, chain-smoking, Red Bull-swilling advertisement for how not to live a long life, a stroke or heart attack just waiting to happen. In 2008, that vision nearly came to pass, as a blood clot forced Harris off the boat and into the hospital for treatment. When he returned in the spring of 2009 to once again run the CM we hoped he’d be a changed man, someone who had cheated death and learned a valuable lesson. Alas, that was not to be.

On January 29th, while the CORNELIA MARIE was tied up at remote St. Paul Island to offload catch, Harris suffered a stroke. He was rushed to Anchorage and placed in a medically-induced coma, and seemed to be making progress. The coma was ended, and he appeared to be on the mend when he died unexpectedly on Tuesday.

Aa television viewers, we saw Harris as the editors wanted him to be seen, but the townsfolk of Dutch Harbor saw him every day for many years. Here is how the local newspaper remembered Captain Harris:

Their pain is so new that people in Dutch Harbor talk about Harris in the present tense, like he’s about to walk through the door any minute amid a cloud of cigarette smoke and colorful language.

He was “friendly,” “honest,” “strong,” “hardworking” “caring.” He was the kind of guy who took “Deadliest Catch” T-shirts to sick children in the hospital.

“He was a one-of-a-kind person,” said Al Mendoza, fleet manager for Unisea, where the Cornelia Marie landed millions of pounds of crab over the years. “I don’t think he had an enemy over the years I knew him. Not one enemy, ever.”

All say he loved his sons, Josh and Jake Harris, more than life itself.

Then they tell how he used to joke about why lions eat their cubs. The words “brash,” “macho,” “loud” and “impatient” pop up. By all accounts, he could be a pain in the patoot, but that doesn’t mean they loved him less.

It’s been a tough opilio season for the boats of “Deadliest Catch” – deckhand Jake Anderson of the NORTHWESTERN lost his father only days before Harris was struck down. It is a reminder that a life on the ocean can be a very remote one, and time spent on the beach with loved ones is all the more precious.

Phil Harris was 53 years old.

Unimaginable Tragedy

I was on the freeway Tuesday afternoon when the first reports came in:  a 7.0 earthquake had struck 20 miles offshore from Port-Au-Price, Haiti.  I can remember two things … the time (2:10 pm) and the thought (“Man, are they screwed.”)

Forty-eight hours later, the worst fears of the world are being realized – tens of thousands of Haitians were killed in the quake, and many hundreds of thousands are homeless and starving.  The capital is in ruins, and the aid effort is just now starting to gain traction.

As the pictures of the tragedy begin to spread to the rest of the rest of the world, some are comparing the disaster – and the recovery efforts – to those associated with Hurricane Katrina.  There’s a similarity to the scenes of desperation of the Haitian people, but the magnitude of this tragedy far outstrips the Louisiana hurricane. 

One of the huge challenges that will face the relief efforts is the basic lack of infrastructure that existed in Haiti even before the quake.  Long controlled by lawless militias and despotic rulers, the UN was already using peacekeepers to maintain order.  Unfortunately, one of the many structures that collapsed was the UN headquarters, and the head of the UN mission was among those killed.

In the next week, we will see a huge amount of relief sent to Haiti – the challenge will be getting it to those who need it.  The rebuilding process will take decades and – ironically – will result in a Haiti that is far better than the one that existed last week.  But first, people must be rescued and bodies buried.

There are many ways for you to help, and you certainly should.  There is a temptation to want to send supplies, but everyone is saying the best way to support the relief efforts is through your cash – donate money to reputable relief organizations. 

Former presidents Bill Clinton and George Bush have stepped up to lead a fundraising effort, and will insure that the funds are properly used.  Another way to help – and, if you reading this at the SCMO site, is the easiest to do right now – is to click on the banner at the top of the page.  We’re doing our part to help by suspending our advertising program and instead running public service advertising to help the Red Cross in their relief efforts.  There’s a lot of work to be done, and every dollar will help.

Straight From The Horse’s … Um … Mouth?

It’s an amazing world we live in, isn’t it? After all, has there ever been a time in our history where people with less talent could find more ways to cash out? From reality TV to wannabe popstars to the increasingly long list of Tiger Woods’ mistresses … allegedly … it seems a person doesn’t have to have any more talent these days than a willingness to make an ass of yourself in public – or show your ass in private.

It was about a year and a half ago that Eliot Spitzer, New York’s law-and-order governor, got caught with his hands in the … er, cookie jar. That jar came in the form of high-end call girl Ashley Dupre, and ended his career quite quickly. Ms. Dupre has been laying low, as it were, but you just knew that at some point, she’d resurface with some kind of media deal. And now she has

Leave it to the New York Post to give her an office and a computer and a job – as an advice columnist!  And, being the Post, you know it’s not gonna be a column about proper social ettiquette:

Sure, she’s made some mistakes. But now Ashley Dupre, the former escort who brought down Gov. Eliot Spitzer, is sharing what she’s learned in her new sex, love and relationship column — exclusively in the New York Post. Is your husband cheating? Is your daughter on a dangerous path? Our readers asked — and Ashley fired back with her no-nonsense advice.

I don’t know if she’s actually banging out the answers or has a ghost writer, but the first batch seems pretty straightforward. Asked about the perfect Christmas gift for a wife, Ashley replied:

Women are really not as complicated as men think. If we love you, it doesn’t take much.

It’s the little things that married people sometimes forget. Like spending romantic alone time together. I think sometimes you get so wrapped up in the kids, you put your relationship second by default and that’s definitely not healthy for the relationship.

Hmm … come to think of it, that answer alone probably rats out the ghost writer … :-)

Anyway, you can catch Ashley’s column every Sunday in the Post’s aptly named “Meet Market” section …

Weekend Eye Candy – Sucks To Be You Edition

Poor Megan Hauserman … she tries so hard. She wants to be a star soooooo bad, and is obviously willing to do just about anything to be one. Let’s see … there were the appearances as a Playboy CyberGirl … the biki-clad trading cards … the Guitar World ads. And then Megan discovered reality TV.

What's a poor golddigger to do?

What's a poor golddigger to do?

She’s put together a resume’ that should make any fame whore proud: “Beauty and the Geek” … “Rock Of Love” … “I Love Money” … “Rock of Love: Charm School” – she’s got the game down, and make quite a nice living off of it. Finally, Megan got the shot they all must dream of – her own reality show! “Megan Wants A Millionaire” debuted a couple of months back, as Megan looked for her own version of “Mr Right”. Unfortunately for her, she was actually a lot closer to finding “Mr Goodbar”. The show wrapped filming last spring, and one of the contestants (and rumored eventual winner) Ryan Jenkins used his winnings to party in Vegas and marry a Vegas model after only knowing her for a couple days – hey, what happens in Vegas, right? In this case, though, the pair left Vegas and the model – Jasmine Fiore – ended up stuffed in a dumpster with only her breast implant serial numbers for identification. Jenkins skipped the country, only to hang himself in a Canadian motel. Good riddance, to be sure, but I know what you really want to know – what about poor Megan?

Yes, our Megan ended up with the short end of the stick. Burned by the publicity of hiring psychopaths as dating show contestants, VH-1 cancelled “Megan Wants A Millionaire” after showing only the first three episodes. They’ve promised her a new series, if she’ll just keep her mouth shut about the whole model murder thing – which she’s done, for the most part.

“It’s been a very challenging time, I’m happy to move forward at this point. It’s been a very upsetting, sad, tragic situation that nobody could have expected.”

Wow … that’s deep. I’m sure the Fiore family was touched.

Anyway, with the cancellation her show there wasn’t any pressing promotional events for Megan to attend, so she spent her time as any celebutard-in-training might – bikini-clad, sipping wine on a rooftop bar. Since she’s got nothing else to do, and apparently comes cheap, we’re gonna use her as our Weekend Eye Candy.

Sharp-eyed viewers might notice that there’s no water in this picture. That’s right, our long national nightmare is over – I’m going fishing this weekend. Of course, I’ve probably just jinxed the whole damned thing by saying that, but one way or another, I’m gonna be at the bar at the Marlin Club come Saturday night!

Step Away From The Vagina

They’re at it again.

Our Lady of Perpetual Pregnancy, Michelle Duggar, is once again with child.  For those of you keeping count, this’ll be spawn #19 – conceived a scant 5 months after the birth of the last one.  You’d think that’s barely enough time to let the system reset, but I guess she’s had a lot of practice.

The Duggars – husband Jim-Bob and wife Michelle – have become famous through their cable reality show, “18 Kids & Counting.”  As you might guess from the title, what makes them famous is the size of their brood – you know how America loves their reality freak shows.  Much like John and Kate Gosselin and Nadia Suleman, people love to peek at the perceived chaos of trying to raise a whole flock of children.

The Duggars story goes something like this:  Michelle moved from Ohio to Arkansas where she had a religious conversion, and Jim-Bob was one of the churchmembers sent to “counsel” her.  Soon, counseling had turned to courting, and in 1984 the pair married.  After the birth of their first child, Michelle suffered a miscarriage that the couple attributed to a temporary use of birth control pills; after that, they decided against further birth control efforts and would “allow God to determine the number of children they would have.”  Apparently, God has been busy elsewhere and forgot to send the “whoa” signal to Jim-Bob and Michelle.

Michelle Duggar is 42, and will have spent nearly 14 years pregnant by the time this round is done.  After two Caesarians, you’d think her uterus couldn’t take the strain, but apparently they were able to patch her up like a steel-belted radial and send her out for another lap.  But I guess that’s to be expected – baby-making is the Duggar family business.  Oldest son Josh is about to bring the first second-generation Duggar into the world, and Jim-Bob and Michelle went on the Today show to announce her pregnancy.  Think they’d care what the Duggars were up to – or sponsors would roll up to the house with truckloads of product – if Michelle weren’t with child?  I doubt it …

The Duggars like to point out that, in spite of raising 18 kids in a 7,000-sq-ft home, they live “debt-free.”  Jim-Bob attributes this to a frugal lifestyle and wise financial planning, but I’m sure those checks from the network don’t hurt much either, eh J-B?  They’ve made the decision to subject their lives – and those of their children – to the scrutiny and judgement of the public, all in the name of money.  Maybe that’ll work and maybe it won’t – perhaps they might want to check with the folks at “Jon & Kate Plus Eight” to see how that can turn out.

I’m a Christian, and I respect the Duggars’ right to their beliefs.  I also believe in the right of an individual to do what they want in the world.  But, as the old saying goes, your personal rights end where mine begin.  Sure, they might not be sponging off the government for subsistence, but how about the impact of bringing so many new bodies into the world?  Maybe they haven’t gotten the word yet in Arkansas, but there’s a population crisis in the world, and this doesn’t help.  The world needs responsible decisions, not blind obedience, and it sure doesn’t need another Duggar kid.

Here’s a thought, Jim-Bob – next time you get the urge, try hand-firing one …

Guess It’s A Matter Of Relevance …

This is less of a post than a simple acknowledgement of my place in the world.

Like a lot of folks, I have a Twitter account – several of them, in fact. The primary one, @marlinnut, was established to allow fans of the site to follow us, and for me to send along news tidbits. Some of you may recall our first effort at Twittering from the marlin grounds last season – a wonderful success that almost ended my marlin career:-)

Because there’s only so much marlin news, and because it’s so convenient as a way to update multiple data sources, I tend to use it as well to fire off little snippets of my life as well. After all, unlike those other fishing sites you frequent, there’s really no easy way to differentiate between marlinnut the site and MarlinNut the person – we’re pretty much one and the same.

I get mixed reactions from the Twitter feed – some love it, some don’t. the biggest complaints tend to fall into two related categories. One group wants more news tweets – hard, when there’s not more news available. The other group would be those who aren’t really interested in my musing about bubbles running down the windshield as I sit at the car wash, and wish that I’d excise all the personal tweets altogether. That last group is probably out of luck, inasmuch as it’s my tweetstream, and the whole “me and the site-joined-at-the-hip” challenge mentioned above.

As Ron White would say, “I told you that story so I can tell you this one.” Among the minority of folks who are positive about the personal elements of the @marlinnut stream are my fellow cyclists. Whenever I mention where I’m riding, or the difficulty of the climb, or how much I think headwinds suck, I tend to get more comments and retweets.

That’s not surprising, considering cycling’s biggest star is a Twitter addict. @lancearmstrong has announced everything from his return to professional cycling to the birth of his most recent child via Twitter, and often news stories will quote his tweets verbatim. Earlier this week, after winning the Leadville 100 mountain bike race in Colorado, Armstrong was flying to Europe when he fired off a quick tweet:

lancearmstrongHey Glasgow, Scotland!! I’m coming your way tomorrow. Who wants to go for a bike ride??12:41 PM Aug 17th from UberTwitter

The result?  200 riders show up and stop traffic in downtown Glasgow.  Armstrong was apparently blown away …

lancearmstrongThanks to everyone who turned up to ride in Paisley! I figured we’d have a nice ride for a dozen or so. But 100’s came. Haha! Awesome!6:35 AM Aug 18th from UberTwitter

I tell folks I’m going for a ride and they bitch; Lance tells ’em and they flock.  It’s good to know where you stand … or roll … :-)

My Take: “Swords: Life On The Line”

When you run a website about billfishing, and a new TV series is announced about billfishing, chances are you’re going to be interested. Add to that SCMO’s conservation ethic, and the fact that the subject of the new series is one of the more vilified commercial fishing methods out there, and you can bet there’ll be a lot of conversation around the Home Office after the series’ debut.

Swords: Life On The Line” is a new Discovery Channel reality series created by the same folks who brought us the wildly successful “Deadliest Catch”. It follows the same basic pattern of embedding camera crews with fishing boats as they fish in dangerous conditions – in this case, the longline swordfishery on the Grand Banks off the east coast of the US and Canada. Like the crabbers of the Bering Sea, the stars of the shows are the fishermen manning the boats, and the show attempts to hype the drama and danger of their profession.

When first announced, my concern was that the program would glamorize this kind of ill-advised fishing method. Longlines have been banned in many areas, including here in Southern California, because they are such an indiscriminate form of fishing. With up to 40 miles of baited hooks, anything that might be hungry can fall prey to the lines. That certainly includes the target swordfish, but can also include other billfish, sharks and many other species. That “bycatch” is usually not a marketable commodity and is dumped overboard, thus depleting the resource. In addition, the method is so efficient that the Atlantic swordfish nearly disappeared a decade ago, and only agressive management has brought it back. Thus, anything that popularizes the industry that is threatening the swordfish once again can’t be good.

I had little expectation as I settled in to watch the first episode. Discovery had already demonstrated their ignorance by passing off a picture of a sailfish – a mounted one, no less – as a live swordfish on their website (the picture has been changed, but you can see the original in a Fishing News edition here). Their willingness to artificially ramp up the drama has been well documented on “DC” as has the tacky product placement (do you really think they have Dunkin’ Donuts coffee on Bering Sea crab boats??). I figured that would be the case again with this show, and it didn’t take longer than the opening credits to prove me right.

Most people would be unaware of this particular fishery, had it not been for the ill-fated trip of the fishing boat Andrea Gail in 1991. That trip, documented in the book and movie “The Perfect Storm,” established the fishery as dangerous – and, therefore, fodder for Discovery. Just in case you didn’t make the connection, it was mentioned three different times during the show’s first segment. One of the characters in that drama was Linda Greenlaw, who at the time was running a sister ship to the Andrea Gail. Long retired, she was dragged out of retirement, presumably at the behest of the producers, and given the task of restoring a derelict fishing vessel – all in the name of drama.

The show itself felt derivitive and entirely dismissable. I’m sure that subsequent episodes, when they actually start to catch fish, will bring a little more excitement, but this isn’t really that embraceable a situation – most of the time it’s pretty dull. I’m sure Discovery will do their part to escalate the drama artificially, and have already gotten a few classic moments – my favorite was when Greenlaw’s mechanic declared the engine to be running fine seconds before it catastrophically threw a rod.

If the only issue was that the show was artificial and dull, I could simply dismiss it. But, as I feared, the coverage seems to be very much one-sided, with no attempt made to justify the destructive nature of the fishing they document. At one point a juvenile swordfish was thrown- presumably dead – overboard, while later the narrator discussed the challenges associated with trying to release the many sharks caught – while on the screen two gaffs are sunk into a mako shark, which is left bleeding on the deck. With their focus solely on the fishermen, and the fish and sharks seen as little more than props, I have no reason to believe this skewed perspective will change in subsequent episodes.

The root cause of the problem lies with the producers, who are simply clueless filmmakers hoping to capture that “gotcha” moment when someone gets hurt or goes overboard. But the real blame in my mind lies with the Discovery Channel decision-makers, who ought to know better. They’re the ones who brought us the wonderful “Blue Planet” series that celebrates the richness of the ocean while warning us of the challenges it faces. They also created “Planet Green,” a channel dedicated to preserving the planet. If anyone is not going to get a pass from me on this show, it’s them.

Discovery is clearly aware of the controversial nature of the fishing method they are documenting. The show included a disclaimer that opinions are not necessarily those of the producers, a standard way of dodging responsibility for content. There is also a posting board at the show’s website titled “Talk About The Issues” – issues unnamed, but not unknown, as the postings are running about 10-1 against the fishermen.

It’s unlikely that Discovery will voluntarily make changes to a proven money-making format without outside pressure, and it’s up to us to bring it. Take a moment to tell the folks at Discovery what you think of this new show, and the destructive fishing methods it glorifies. Remind them that once before the fishery was brought to the brink of collapse, and they are only helping it once again be threatened. Explain to them the damage longlines do through bycatch, and the horrific waste it represents. And be sure to tell them that the decisions you make with your consumer dollars will be influenced by the decisions they choose to make – or not.

You can voice your opinion in the forum listed above, or via Discovery’s online contact form.  I’ve already aired my opinions with they – now you should, too.

Jon & Kate Plus 8 … Minus 1

Statistics say that I’m an outlier, in that I don’t particularly care for reality TV. To me, most of the drama seems pre-fabricated and there’s nothing even close to reality to be found. It’s like porn without sex – “OK, now you stand here, and you stand there, and … action!” – and they make it up as they go.

For at least one Pennsylvania family, however, the drama is all too real, and the reality is going to scar a lot of lives. Jon and Kate Gosselin were just another young couple struggling with the challenges of raising a lot of kids when the Discovery Channel came knocking. The Gosselins and their eight children – a pair of twins and a set of sextuplets – appeared in a couple of specials before getting their own reality series. Since it premiered in 2007, “Jon & Kate Plus 8” has provided a detailed look into the lives of the Gosselins – perhaps too close at times.

It was clear from the start that this was a difficult marriage. Kate had wanted kids while Jon was lukewarm, a problem only made worse when Kate learned she couldn’t get pregnant on her own. Their children were all conceived through artificial insemination, leading to the large brood. You could also see that while they might love each other, Kate was going to rule the roost, and Jon would either have to accept it or rebel. That could only lead to trouble.

More troubling, though, were the changes that came to the family over time. TV brings two things into every reality star’s life – money and demands. Jon quit his job as a computer analyst and Kate discovered boutique shopping. Products were suddenly being placed in the home to meet sponsors requirements – all driving a wedge between where lives go and where they’re meant to go. As Kate became more demanding and Jon more submissive, all the elements for disaster were in place.

The issue came to a head yesterday as the couple announced – via their show, of course – that they were separating “for the kids’ sake.” People Magazine reported that Kate Gosselin had filed for divorce earlier in the day, and Jon had recently been seen in New York City apartment shopping. According to sources, the kids will continue to live in the family home, and whichever parent has custody for the day will get the house. What a mess.

The show has gone on hiatus at the request of the network, ostensibly because of a lack of footage to make new shows. Gee – you mean the cameramen couldn’t get enough of the two fighting? Personally, I think it was all those sponsors who just a few weeks ago were clamoring to get their products on the set suddenly not wanting anything to do with breaking up a family.

I’d like to think this will serve as a cautionary tale, but I think I know better. Much like “The Truman Show,” where they were willing to let a man die for the sake of ratings, this stuff is gravy to the networks. They won’t take credit for creating the environment that effectively destroyed this family, but they’re perfectly willing to lap up the ratings.

And the people will just keep watching …

Hardly Surprising, Part II

It must really suck to be a fame whore. You have no discernable talent or skills, and your whole world is dependant on the whims of a notoriously flighty paparazzi. What on earth do you do when your fifteen minutes end? Sling mud, apparently.

You remember Nadya Suleman, AKA Octo-Mom, right? She was the big deal a couple of months ago as everyone clucked their tongues at the thought of a single woman having 14 kids by artificial insemination. She must have thought she had the world by the balls, as it were, and was really going to cash out.

And then came the Gosselins. They were everything that Octo dreamed of – parents of multiples with their own reality show financing their lives. Kate is a stay-home mom with dreams of grandeur, and Jon was a software weenie until they started making so much money off their kids that he could quit. Of course, now that he had all that time on his hands, those hands found their way to some college coeds and drama ensued. Nothing attracts the paps quite like drama, so they dropped Octo-Mom like a hot potato.

That apparently didn’t sit well with her, so she called her personal media whores at Radar Online to complain about Kate Gosselin. Seems a couple of months back, Kate was less than complementary towards Nadya during an interview with the ever-helpful Dr. Phil – the same guy who wanted to help Suleman, if you’ll recall. Octo-Mom was apparently willing to let bygones be bygones, until the media coverage ceased. That was all it took to get her fired up all over again.

“She needs to stop being so judgmental and stop pulling at straws for attention,” Suleman exclusively told RadarOnline.com. Suleman also accused Kate of being desperate for attention and over-emotional.

“My children are extremely healthy, strong and happy. Don’t you have, like, a lot of issues in your life? A lot of marital problems?” she asked of Gosselin.

“Why are you so desperate to glob on to my life? For attention?”

Wow … talk about the skank calling the tramp “whore” … :-) Frankly, I’d like to see the whole lot of them tossed onto an iceberg and pushed into the bay. Why the folks at Child Services allow people to whore out their kids for cash is beyond me. You just know that when the time comes to get the kids the therapy their parent’s decisions will demand, we’re gonna be the ones to pay because all the residual payments went to frappuchinos and French manicures … :angry: