Tuesday, August 16, 2005

"W, M"

The question has arisen how America, ostensibly the world's most Christian nation, paradoxically comports itself in the least Christian fashion in the global arena. So perhaps we ought not to have been that surprised that Makosi, the most avowedly God-adoring housemate in BB6, should have been the sort that gives conceited hypcorites everywhere a bad name. In both cases a lack of humility seems to be at the root of the problem.

Egged on by Chris Moyles earlier that day, Davina gave Makosi no quarter when she emerged from the house on Friday night in third place. The discomfited indocumentada reacted by playing the gender card and even had a go at a disarming, wet-eyed Puss in Boots- style look, all to no avail. The crowd just went on chanting exaltantly "out, out, out". Yet as an elephant in her former life, Makosi appears to have retained the skin-density of a pachyderm in this one.

Her apologists screech that she was just "playing the game", an excuse that depends on viewers believing that the individual concerned is any different in "real life". All of the last three might be said to have reached the last night by "being themselves", but Makosi's authenticty was too much for most to bear.

She fails to comprehend that the issue of pool night and baby Jacuzzi is not one of his word against mine factual accuracy(penetration or simulation) but one of post-coital attitude. Unlike Anthony, Makosi obviously cared little for any embarrassment or offense she might have caused to her own friends and family, and in this instance, his. She now says that Davina treated the repellant Saskia better on her own eviction night, forgetting that the wobble-headed promotions girl had actually apologised for her highly quoteable outbursts, something Makosi is unlikely ever to do.

How did she ever get employed as a nurse? I'd wager that few cardiac patients would now be willing to trust someone that would distort any truth or step on any friend or colleague if it served her own ends. She exhibits the classic envidiosa pyschology, advising the others that Orlaith was "not really a model" and that Derek was probably "a butler" and not an affluent and reasonably educated man: i.e. how could anyone have any qualities that challenged her own "platinum personality"?

Anyway, glad to have my life back. Has Anthony's celebrity worn off yet?

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