Expostulation; Heather Mills McCartney

Nobody’s Opinion; Finally, I have found the perfect example of the treacherous woman that all the men on MND have been talking about…Heather Mills McCartney.

For god’s sake, he gave her a wedding in a Castle in Ireland with fireworks, and specially designed roses, and more then enough photographers to record his ever dying love to the whole world---that wasn’t enough?

He gave three million dollars to her land mind charities, and then posed on the ice with her in Alaska so they could save baby seals, and she could look cute next to one.

She wanted him to get plastic surgery. (Well, he did start looking a bit younger.)

She was mad because she had to cook for him, and he would make her breakfast in bed!

Wow, that’s tough.

Paul, it seems has a weakness for woman who love to give his money away for big causes.

Now Mrs. McCartney is trashing him to the entire world and wants half his fortune…because he told her he didn’t want a potty in the bedroom.

Really, I have to side with Paul on that one. What--- couldn’t she find a designer crutch to go with the bedspread?

Oh…and he fought with her…and he does drugs, and alcohol. Gee, everyone knew Paul did drugs, how many times did he get busted over the years?

When he met her, she was engaged to be married and dropped the guy five days before the wedding.

Which is why everyone on the earth was going, “Don’t do it Paul! You fool! She just wants your money! We know you miss Linda, but get a grip!”

I mean, she told him she really didn’t know who he was…before she met him. That’s like saying she didn’t remember how she lost her leg.

With that statement I almost want to say he got what he deserved. (But I won’t.)

Paul was obviously looking at her strawberry hills.

Which goes to show you, even the smartest, most experienced man can be absolutely stupid when it comes to women. Why is that?

When I heard that he did not even make her sign a pre-nuptial---that was sheer proof that she had done more on the street than just “model.”

Yes…she lived on the street alone at fourteen, sleeping under the bridges of London. She stole her food and clothes, and then somehow had managed to work herself up to doing “good” deeds for mankind, helping people get fake legs.

Well, it’s not like she could do something else.

Hey, when she was bragging about how good she was in bed, I thought…is he that stupid? She’s going to milk this guy.

So, why did Paul fall for it?

The psychologists will tell you he needed to fill the void, the hole of his lost mate, but this nobody thinks it was probably just great sex. To feel sixteen again was probably worth the risk to him.

This is a common thing, it happens all the time. When men lose their “soul” mates, after having been spoiled rotten by the woman for years, sharing the memories of their kids, the woman who cooked their meals, did their laundry, made them feel great and loved them unconditionally, these are the men who find the loneliness unbearable and end up marrying right away. You can hardly blame them.

Women on the other hand, very seldom get married again.

Especially if the man dies in his sixties, the woman just stick around their children driving the whole family nuts, which is okay, because raising the kids drove her nuts; it’s like karma, justice, and sweet payback time.

Heather wanted to be a star, and Paul was her ticket to fill her void.

She reminds me of Madonna. She thinks she is the hottest thing, and she wants to be worshipped for her charities and hang out with other famous people. Visit her website; it looks like a cross between Mother Teresa and Sex in the City.

What’s sad is that Paul has managed to be one of the only celebrities that somehow managed to be loved by all mankind. It would have been nice to know he went on being a happy camper.

Now, we will hear all kinds of stupid things he did, that could be all lies, stuff we would rather not know.

Heather can’t sleep now; everyone is being so mean to her. All together now…ahhhhh.

I don’t know about the guys here at MND, but this is one siren that I hope Paul gets the best of. She married him for his money, she used his fame to promote herself, and now she had a child to get his fortune.

Forget about the child: with a mother like that, she will be messed up not matter what he does. I hope he wins in court. Good luck Paul, you’re going to need it.


Nobody’s Perfect; I suppose Paul’s brain, after so many years of smoking grass, has perhaps morphed a bit. Some people are not affected by years of the stuff, but then again, some people after many years can’t even make a decent sentence. One thing for sure, it messed up a whole generation of baby boomers, basically put them to sleep, which was I think, the plan.

Nobody Knows; Her lawyer is the same lawyer that handled Princess Diana, and his lawyer is the same lawyer that handled Prince Charles. Of course, he will end up paying for both.

Nobody Cares; Okay, I had a crush on Paul McCartney too---and Bruce Lee, and my college history teacher, and the preacher’s son in third grade…and Sly Stallone after the first Rocky, a base player in a band called the Sheiks, and the first Dr. Who, Tom Baker and….

There, I’m glad I got that out of my system. Boy, am I glad I’m not a man.