Finding Foundations

It seems to be the sign of the truly desperate, setting up your own foundation instead of putting your time, effort and money into other peoples' charities, you set up your own personal charity, yes, a foundation to hide money, earn money, accept public and/or private funding, whatever, and you get a nice income as a side effect. But it also means your career is over and/or you have had a reversal of fortune.

Pam has faced a lot of reductions in her life since her hepatitis caught up with her again as she faces the hard climb up the hill to 50 yrs old. She reduced the implants, reduced the wigs, and her income was reduced by not working, her kids are grown so the reversal of child support, so she married an old gambler/grifter for the second time and he set her up with the Pam Anderson Foundation which is supposed to benefit a bunch of charities for animals, humans and the environment. Nope, PETA was not enough anymore, she needed her own charitable income and stop solely working for the other guy, time to start banking some of other peoples' money into her own fund.

Pam's had a reversal in those
implants, and she tries to cover
them up with a scarf as
she needs to throw them in
the scrap heap where
her memories reside.

The longtime PETA supporter Pam Anderson launched her own foundation at a special party and gala event held during the 2014 Cannes Film Festival. Pretty funny, since the website, Crazy Days and Nights dot net, has made it no secret about the Hollywood stars for sale to the yacht club off the shores of Cannes; the billionaires wanting a night with the real thing, real models and movie stars, not faked up and fucked up phonies like Beth O'Nobody, and Pam's recent husband set up Pam with a super high roller for a night of fun.

Pam continued her European tour this past summer promoting her new foundation garnering support from the long time horse lover Bo Derek, where is was rumored she was such a horse nut and avid rider, breeder, etc., because there was not much else to do during her long relationship and marriage to the allegedly closeted actor and soft porn filmmaker John Derek, who hired gorgeous hunks in his films where it was alleged the sex in the movies was real [not "10" that was a Blake Edwards movie, a gentle rip off of a character in the movie "Don't Make Waves" featuring the first 10 beach babe, Sharon Tate and her admirer Tony Curtis].

Georgeous Hunk Break

The men from John Derek's films "Bolero" and "Tarzan":

Oh, yeah, John liked to watch, but I digress.

Bo Derek, June 16, 2014, in Italy at a dinner and gala event celebrating the newly formed Pamela Anderson Foundation. Gal got a good facelift although her hair has had a reversal of fortune. We wonder where Bo's Foundations are as she covers up and hides now for cameras. Surprisingly, she doesn't seem to have a foundation for herself but supports veterans, St. Jude's Childrens Hospital, and the Animal Welfare Institutes efforts to stop horse slaughter in the U.S. Conflicted Bo is also a member of the CA Horse Racing Board, which promotes betting on horses, providing the horses make it to the finish line with all their bones in tact and not shot and put out of their misery of being in the slave trade of horse racing.

Born this way? Yes, ugly.

We all have heard about the high rollers and the global superstars making a living off of other people's money, Lady Gaga and Bono were in the press awhile back. These people are using their names to set up their own charities since their careers are taking a dive, yet, they are still marketable, as they skim off more than the top of the charity dollars to fund their dismal global concert tours.

Creepy Bono making friends with the ruling class and their model wives or girlfriends or First Ladies, whatever she is called now, that Carla Bruni with the massive plastic surgery and we were stuck with her as a model because she was born rich. Bono's ONE Foundation came under fire for, basically, giving money only to Bono.

Beth's horrible breast implants
failed to make her famous, so
off to the Foundation Fossil
Field of failed hopes and dreams.

Then we have the never marketable Beth O'Stern Ostrosky Stern who finally admitted defeat in her little world of being an avoided pariah when her bulldog Bianca died. In comes hubby Howard to set up a foundation for his aged wife that failed to launch in any field, modeling, acting, oh right, she is the useless spokesperson for the charity that pays her salary, the North Shore Animal League (NSAL). Beth's Foundation was set up around 2012, with the campaigning starting the following year, and continues to this day with some phony press releases that Beth wants her name on a cat shelter at NSAL, and she continues to endlessly and tirelessly ask the public for money with Howard badgering his listening audience on his satellite radio show to purchase their shitty products they produce in the form of garbage, like calendars and books that end up as land fill in the United States [since the UK has no satellite radio, so no products are being sold of Miss Nobody overseas. The UK seems to not want any shitty US exports yet we have to take their exports, oh, but everyone loves Simon Cowell, especially his partner in gowns Howard Stern].

Beth thinks you should give her money.

Funny photo posted on Beth's Instagram on 11/28/14; yes Black Friday with Beth stuck in the Hamptons with nothing to do while Howard races off to be Jewish with his kids and family pouring over phantom job offers. I love it that since this blogger unrelentingly reports that Yoda the cat is a fat bully who hogs the cat trees at Stalag Beth in the Hamptons, suddenly Bethie grabs Yoda and locks him in the basement so she can snap a rare photo of her phony foster kittens actually getting to play on a cat tree, sans Yoda swatting them off the top shelf.

Coming next week, don't miss the special screening at local theaters of the classic Christmas in Connecticut. Check Fathom Events dot com for further details. It features the delightful Miss Stanwyck as the first "Martha Stewart" a phony who can't cook who makes up stories about her blissful life living in a quaint cabin in Connecticut; fun ensues as she is slowly found out and doesn't care because she scores a husband.