No-visible-talent celebrity Kim Kardashian and her groom Kris are calling it quits--or should I say kalling it kwits-- just 72 days after taking their vows at a wedding that reportedly cost $20 million and which was covered by the fawning press and attended by consenting adults who must have found it an appropriate way to spend an evening. In light of our bleak economy, starving poor and protesting middle class, the sheer waste of money that was squandered on catering, flowers, photographers, dresses, tuxedos and musicians, and a giant place to stick it all, is breathtaking in scope. On the plus side, they certainly stimulated the economy in their neck of the woods that day.Despite Kim saying she had "hoped the marriage was forever," the divorce is allegedly fueled by an irreconcilable difference of insurmountable size: the two disagreed on where to live. Kris wanted to settle in Minnesota to be near his family and Kim planned to set up shop in California to be near her sisters Kourtney and Khloe and her mom, Kris, not to mention to continue raking in big bucks for willingly sharing her big butt and big boobs with the captivated, albeit moronic, public. I for one am thankful the marriage is ending so soon, saving us from the constant updates of her unhappiness and his philandering, then of her baby bump and his one-night stands, eventually leading to her bad body and his sexual harassment and a rape charge from the nanny. Best of all, we are spared pictures of and stories about little Kandy or Karol or Katy or Kevin or Kira or Kendra or Karl...see, there is a God after all.
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