Anonymity and Heath Ledger by Robert Neville

We now have millions of citizen's who don't really have any thinking skills at all, as they've never been taught how to. They've only been taught the current fashions of what to think, meaning the entirely bogus, peripheral and useless. And I've spent a large part of my own daft life being the same.

Many in the West are even below the level of a flickering survival instinct to know when they're under sustained attack by Islam and its new pals the Left, and instead complain to the few who are protecting them and are ultimately going to save their ragged arse.

Thus I have someone say to me that on the sad death of a very successful albeit not coping young man like Heath Ledger, that he's dead because of the 'pressures' of making $30 million dollars a year. And according to many, because "it must be a hard, strange and boring life being around so many abnormal people all the time".

Er, quite. Er, no. First of all, this statement perfectly describes most employment for most people.

There's nothing hard about living your dream to the max at 28 years old as opposed to doing none of the things you want to and broke. It's neither strange to be around other creative and skilled people that you have everything in common with, no matter how freakishly Hollywood. Only the terminally stupid and innately boring could be bored when they have unlimited choice in how they live their lives.

What's truly and profoundly boring is the frustration and despair of being forced to live an alternate life of crushing, limiting poverty and anonymity, right up to the grave.

Yep, there are a lot of abnormal folks in the entertainment industry and the average office. That's what makes the first so mildly entertaining and the latter, a tedious and draining trial.

"A lot of stars seem to end up like that".

Er, maybe, maybe not. It may appear so, because the old MSM does tend to report on celebrities and thus amplify their presence, dig? There are very few headlines about the early accidental deaths, suicides and so on of fruiterers, bus drivers, panel beaters and process workers. The last thing a pharmacy assistant want's to read about is someone who is so 'down to earth', that they really are just like them.

"Hiram Cleach dead at twenty eight after long struggle with total anonymity.

Wife says "I'd never even heard of him until I read it in the papers".