nolawitch58 | Christopher Titus is brilliant.

Last night his TV special "Love is Evol" debuted. The material was every bit as good as his "Norman Rockwell is Bleeding" show. If you have seen neither of these shows, I urge you to hunt them down and watch them. Comedic genius.

Titus has a gift for turning what could be the sour grapes of loss, strife, profound dysfunction and misery into the sparkling wine of laughter. In his first special, he detailed the spirit crushing challenge of his childhood spent with his alcoholic father and the specter of a bipolar schizophrenic mother. His tale of survival within the maelstrom of derangement was both hopeful and cautionary.

He told of his early relationships with crazy women who were similar to his mother. It's weird how most people mirror their parents' relationships in their own. Too bad he didn't delve a little deeper into the cause as well as the effect before he went off the edge again. At the end of his "Rockwell" special, he proclaimed that he had survived and come out the other side in a stable, loving relationship. As his father would have said, "Wait."

Many years after the "Rockwell" special, we revisit the entertaining train wreck that is Titus' life. Turns out his wife wasn't as different from his mother as he thought, and he's now divorced. Once again, he had to flee from a relationship gone toxic. Unfortunately, he also had produced at least one offspring from his sojourn in hell. We can hope that years from now his kid has his/her own special and has the ability to turn the straw of dysfunction into the comedy gold as Titus can. I don't lay good odds of that happening.

Like so many other celebrities' kids, I don't think Titus' kid(s) will escape the weakness that comes with having parents who are materially well-off but psychologically lacking. Celebrities should be spayed and neutered. Society has an insatiable hunger for news of their train wrecks of lives. Too bad most people don't realize what a horror those train wrecks are to their children. I strongly suspect that they have kids for the same reasons that regular people do: to prove someone will fuck them and that they have working genitalia. Nobody as narcissistic as the average celebrity should be tasked with something that requires self sacrifice. They're not really up for it.

Even the celebrities who don't constantly make the tabloids have issues. Firstly, the awful names these bubble-headed twerps attach to their offspring should be classified as child abuse. If you want to name something after a place, get a dog. A dog wouldn't mind if you called it Herpes, so a bulldog named Bronx would be just as happy if you called it Twinkletoes. And some of the other awful names sound as though the parents were trying to come up with a Googlewhack. No, when your shit is as scattered and deranged as most of the herd of celebrities, you don't need to be reproducing. Share the love and not the misery.

Four words for Octomom and her brood: DIAF. Repulsive beyond comprehension.