Filthy Rich...and Spoiled Rotten

I recently recorded and watched a marathon of episodes of E!'s latest reality show Filthy Rich Cattle Drive. For those who aren't familiar with the show (I wasn't either), here's the synopsis: Filthy Rich Cattle Drive, a new "City Slickers" inspired reality series proves celebrity offspring really do have it all. Not only do they have famous last names, but they also have their own businesses, degrees from top schools, and most of all their own identities. Filthy Rich Cattle Drive gives famous children the opportunity to not only let the world know more about them as well as let the world that they are not just pretty faces with famous family members. *Think The Amazing Race with even more whiny assholes.

ROTFLMAO! Oh, sorry. I just read the last line of that paragraph "...let the world (know) that they are not just pretty faces with famous family members." If you watch the show you'll find out that that last statement is a total lie. Money and celebrity are all most of these spoiled, snobby little turds have going for them.

Vying for the Drama Pussy of the Year Award are George Foreman III (Son of boxing legend George Foreman; duh) and Fabian Basabe (Son of an Ecuadorian business tycoon; la dee frikkin' da). Wow, these two really took the cake. George for his dramatic tantrum after having his (and everyone else in the group's) cell phone taken away. Oh my God! You'd have thought they'd been told they were each receiving elective surgery: mastectomies and castrations. Jesus Christ. It speaks volumes about how out of touch these spoiled little prima donnas really are. But George threw the biggest tantrum (even bigger than Fabian, which in itself is quite an accomplishment), threatening to leave, walking off in a huff because he must have either cell phone or Internet access at all times, claiming that he alone is solely responsible for running his father's grill empire. Um, you know what? You're on a REALITY show. If you were any kind of "businessman" you'd have delegated authority to someone else BEFORE agreeing to do the show. Idiot.

Then there was Fabian (who I still don't know/care who he is. I do however, know what he is.) OMG, what a spoiled turd. He was the epitome of all those stereotypical rich turds some of us grew up seeing in those 80's teen movies. Had he been out of diapers long enough to see them all, he well could have been the mold in which all of them were formed. During one of his challenges (the group was divided up into 2 teams and each were given various "challenges" to complete in order to earn rewards) he and two of the female flakes were given a topographic map and told to locate the ingredients to a mixed drink (Cowboy Comets). Two+ hours later...still no ingredients, while everyone else had already been back at base camp for well over an hour. Brilliant. Apparently all that money and privilege can't buy you a brain. His reasoning? He just didn't have enough resources. According to him, if he'd had stuff like a compass, binoculars, global positioning equipment... Oy vey.


To be totally honest, the only reason I even continued to watch the show was because one of the participants is Noah Blake (son of Robert Blake...AKA Beretta... accused of shooting that scumbag Bonnie Lee Bakley). Noah is fuckin' HOT. I've had the biggest crush on him since I first saw him in 1989's Teen Witch and subsequently in the turdtacular (and short-lived...though longer than you'd expect) TV show version of Harry and the Hendersons in 1991. As far as I was concerned, the show was all about Noah. ROWR!

However, in all fairness, Shanna Ferrigno (daughter of The Incredible Hulk, Lou Ferrigno...who I love, as you know) was actually pretty cool. If I had to pick a fave, aside from Noah, of course, it'd be her. Kudos to Shanna for not being a spoiled turd like her counterparts! So, if you think you can stomach it, check out the web site/schedule here. Back-to-back episodes today at 1:00PM and 2:00PM.