Michael Lohan & Radar Online Team Up To Destroy What's Left Of Lindsay
This story gets a big WTF? Seriously, WTF was Radar Online thinking by posting private phone calls taken of a distraught, broken-down Lindsay Lohan, which her low-life dad Michael, seems to have sold for profit.
Featured as a "WORLDWIDE EXCLUSIVE: Lindsay Lohan’s Desperate Cry For Help – Hear Her Dramatic Call!," (not linking to it) the three-minute call is of a practically inaudible Lindsay sobbing uncontrollably while complaining about how no one is there for her and it's all about her parents not her. Well DUH!
Lindsay, honey, you know it's been about your unfit parents from the beginning, starting most assuredly with your child-modeling which turned into full-time acting then singing and now basically squeezing every last bit of money, sweat and soul out of you in whatever perverse way they can, which apparently includes selling your private phone calls.
Honestly, that kind of thing should be illegal. It's one thing if Lindsay does something stupid in public, like a DUI-fuel car crash, and then a second DUI this time featuring cocaine, but it's something entirely different when your own father surreptitiously tapes you having a nervous breakdown and makes it public fodder for money. How is that helping this Lindsay?
It's not hard to see why the once hot young actress is in such a state. The poor girl is clearly right about one thing, it's not about her, and no one in her family is looking out for her or her best interests. Her infamous bouts with drug and alcohol addiction, to her declining work performances have left the 23-year old's life in shambles.
What really appalls me is how far Radar Online has sunk for traffic and hits. First it was the endless Octomom crap, then the Jon/Kate Gosselin obsession and now this? I like my scandalous celebrity gossip as much as the next person, but where are the scruples people?
I guess Radar didn't want TMZ to be all alone in the "lowest form of tabloid journalism" category. Congrats <i>Radar</i>, you've just graduated to the big leagues — big league of creeps.
