You have a terminal illness? I don't care!

As with my previous post about Jon and Kate plus ocho, and keeping in time with my most recent post with an epic theme, there is something to be said about celebrity marriages.

And that is...despite whatever crap they may be going through...they are down right entertaining.

It's the nature of the beast for celebrity marriages to be more complicated then your run of the mill marriage. Not only are there usually ungodly amounts of money and estates to be dealt with, not to mention uproarious irresponsible activities, but the entire world is constantly watching you. So if you look stupid, everyone's going to blame you for it. But that's why we watch! Because we want to see you do something stupid.

I can't say too much about whether Dennis Hopper is a good husband, or even a good father. But I do know the man has prostate cancer. And he's 73. Most likely, he doesn't have too many days left. So, in this particular case, it's Victoria Hopper-Duffy who has gone and done something stupid.

Hopper's so sick that he's vomiting every time he takes his medication. He weighs 120 lbs. And Victoria went ahead and didn't tell the man that she was taking his daughter to Boston for what may be his last Christmas alive. Hopper isn't the only one calling this lady malevolent (this is where it gets epic)...the courts and papers are calling the woman a villian. Insane. Out of her mind.

INHUMAN.

I'm going to use that the next time I find myself in the clutches of an evil woman. Call her inhuman.

Hopper has gone and filed a restraining order on miss inhumanity, not allowing her within 10 feet of him, his son, his daughter, or his assistant. (Wow, actually protecting the assistant. She must do good work.)

Hopper, whatever time you got left...bring out the big guns. Let the bitch have it.