Posted on | December 17, 2013 | 47 Comments
Perhaps you’ve forgotten the complete manic breakdown Charlie Sheen had in February and March 2011, when he announced that he was “tired of pretending I’m not special . . . a total freaking rock star from Mars,” trashing everybody, boasting about his drug intake and publicly flaunting his porn starlet “goddess” girlfriends.
What’s wrong with Charlie Sheen? Simple: He has been enabled.
His wealth and fame have been exploited by Sheen as a license to escape responsibility and treat other people as his inferiors. The TV producers who pay Sheen big bucks are part of the problem, but the real problem is Charlie Sheen himself. There are other celebrities who make big money but are not abusive a–holes. The narcissistic black hole of damaged ego at the center of Sheen’s “Hollywood Bad Boy” act has been indulged and enabled by everyone around him for so long that he doesn’t even realize how wrong it is to treat other people like objects whose only purpose in the world is to admire him and/or provide him with pleasure.
Denise Richards is the Grinch who stole Christmas … at least according to Charlie Sheen — who’s pissed at his ex-wife for pulling the plug on his holiday plans with their daughters.
Sources close to Sheen tell TMZ Denise informed Charlie this weekend she didn’t want him to join her, Sam, and Lola on their family Christmas trip — and didn’t really explain why.
We’re told the news sent Charlie into a tailspin since he’s already not seeing twins Bob and Max this year for Christmas — they’ll be with temp guardian/Brooke Mueller’s brother Scott.
Sheen lashed out at Denise by tweeting a pic of a chopped up baseball bat — a souvenir from their wedding — with the caption, “The lie is over. I’m done being treated like a relative with a one-way ticket. #DuhNeese.”
This is typical Sheen: He habitually treats people like crap and then is outraged when they don’t tolerate his abuse.
“You’re a f***ing liar. So, you know what it’s like,
f**k you. OK, I hope you rot in f***ing hell.
You’re a piece of s**t f***ing liar and
I hope you f***ing rot in hell. So f**k you.
I hope I never f***ing talk to you again,
you f***ing c**t. F**k you.”
Has Charlie forgotten that voice-mail message he left Denise Richards in 2005? Does he think she has forgotten it? And yet, rather than thinking about all the hurt he has inflicted on his ex-wife over the years, when she does something that makes him angry, the narcissist Charlie Sheen thinks of himself as the victim — and compounds the damage by publicly insulting her as “DuhNeese.”
Dude: Denise Richards was once the hottest woman on the planet.
There was a time when millions of guys would have died for just one smile from her, and she consented to marry you, and I don’t care what “a total freaking rock star from Mars” you think you are, you should have been grateful for that, but you weren’t.
No, you blew it, Charlie. And that’s all ancient history now, but it’s not like you’re the only dude on the planet who has problems with his ex-wife, and I make it a point never to express pity for dudes in your situation, because there’s a matter of principle involved.
“My ex-wife’s a crazy, evil, two-faced castrating bitch!”
Yeah? Well, you married her, didn’t you?
It wasn’t like somebody put a gun to your head. There are more than 3 billion women on the planet, not all of whom are crazy, evil, two-faced castrating bitches and so, even if your ex-wife is the worst woman in the world, you’re still not completely blameless.
You had a choice, and chose badly.
Or maybe not. Maybe your ex-wife is not the worst woman in the world, and you are to blame for your broken relationship. But either way, you cannot escape responsibility and the fact is, even as a 42-year-old mom, your ex-wife is still pretty doggone hot, whereas you are an increasingly grizzled old creep whose “bad boy” act has long since lost its charm. There is no reason anyone should feel sorry for you, and every reason for us to feel sorry for your ex-wife, who will always be The Only Good Thing About Starship Troopers.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, it’s time to order Wild Things from Amazon Instant Video and watch “the good parts” in slow motion.