What did we miss?

Dame Beth-Man was a bit tied up on Thursday night and couldn't make it to Brooklyn to attend the opening night party of the photography exhibit of the High Priestess Emily Stern and get a photo with her while telling her how much the photo she took of a fat old fart in a swamp had changed my life. It was a deeply moving experience and I vowed to chant every day while burning incense along with my bra and putting out the flames in the deep wells of Miriam. I found out that Princess Emily Stern, the spiritual leader of the stupid, had postponed her show, not just the opening night party on November 19 but the entire exhibit which was to have run through January 19. The gallery claimed it was a logistics problem. However, everyone who cares knows that Emily did an article for the NY Post early this month that Howard talked about on his stale satellite radio show where the overgrown Emily says she is still upset her daddy and mommy got a divorce and dad ended up with a model. Emily ended up being shocked the article was all about her dad Howard and not about her photographs even though a few of them were posted in the article so everyone could make fun of them. 

Well, both Howard and Emily need to step away from all cameras anyway. Emily could have avoided any alleged controversy if she just told the truth in that NY Post article. Instead of saying Howard married a model, let's get real. She could've said something like this for example....hey, dad married a groupie wannabe model and he had to buy her a bunch of TV shows to fulfill the prenup since dad is a transvestite who married his long time companion Ralph Cirella in a ceremony in his basement and Howard, the bride, wore white. Done, move on, oh right, a few more lines to plug the photo exhibit...I took a bunch of pictures of weeds and a swamp and hope everyone gives me $180 bucks to come to the opening of my awesome photo exhibit and I will read from the Torah while balancing a coffee cup on my head and serve crackers and we'll have a fun time. End of story, but nope, Emily is a drama queen self-centered brat that fails to accept it that her Trust Fund is done and over with, it has reached the ceiling and she is getting nothing more. She got her money and it's time to start counting the pennies while counting how many people actually bought tickets to her photo exhibit...wasn't it about 0.0?

As stated, Emily publicized her photography exhibit in the NY Post but they printed the wrong date of the opening of the exhibit, something Emily Stern seemed to fail to correct in the article as one wonders what is growing inside that head of hers beside potted plants that lift the spirit higher than a kite while she makes out with her sister in the video "Presence" [available on You Tube] and shares a bed with sis filled with hope, love and dreams.

So Emily, was this all a stunt to get back at daddy? So, you want more money out of the old man when it's all going to that sinkhole Bethie with the croc Birkin bags, right? Good prank scheduling the photography exhibit one night before the big huge Beth Awards gala event on Friday, November 20, so both Howard and his rarely vertical do-nothing wife were in town and had no excuse not to attend. Howard Stern has funded his pariah wife's career as an over-the-hill selfie model while Emily watches a chunk of her money going to that "model".  

Yes, Beth was a polyester fat pants model when she stalked the late night scene of television personalities and all she got was a radio DJ who wears dresses. So, Howard attempted to launch the fat pants model into a bikini model at the ripe old age of 33 in a magazine that went bankrupt in the US called "FHM". Then we have Emily, the spoiled unmarketable, drama queen daughter of Howard Stern who sources say is pulling another one of her attention whore stunts and crying in her pillow while on suicide watch as we hope Howard can make it to Beth's big gala event honoring herself tonight in the Big Apple. Who will Howard choose tonight? Emily or Beth? I guess we have to wait and see.

2006, wigged Howard Stern parading
into the NSAL Beth Awards event
with Beth looking like a whore hired
to show up at a bar mitzvah.

Howard invented the annual Beth awards gala with Mel Karmazin when Howard signed with Sirius and was plugged into the corporate cloud and corporate-sponsored charities with Howard bought and paid for by corporate America. Since Beth was an unlikable and unmarketable failure, it was onto the charity gimmicks and she now receives salaries as the useless spokesperson and chief fundraiser for the North Shore Animal League (NSAL) and her selfie foundation, Bianca's Furry Friends. NSAL is now forced every year to honor their top bitch in the corporation, give her prizes, flowers, and a standing ovation as she plugs her latest useless paper product produced by Howard Stern where he gets a meager tax write off for donating paper to NSAL. We all have to praise Beth O'Bitchy for being the top dog of her bogus foundation designed to get more dough out of the public to fund her salary and to get the public to give her money for an invisible kitten adoption center at NSAL that is never being built, but is in the planning stages over a five year period and counting.

Yes, folks, Howard and Emily think Beth is a model. Well, if any in the Stern circle say otherwise you might find a rabbit boiling in a pot on your stove top since no rabbits die in Beth's world any other way. Oooh, don't bring that up, hey Emily, take heart. Once the old man buys the farm, you and your lab sisters can take everything from the dope Beth even though she scares the demons out of your Birth Day CD, it doesn't mean you need to fear her, you need to get your shit together. Just wear a string of garlic around your neck and carry a very long stick with a hammer and do some target practice. Beth melts when exposed to daylight and her Frankenstein facelift is starting to crumble. So what if Beth supposedly has photos of Howard spazzing out in a dress with a razor blade at his throat, big deal, who cares. All gag orders die anyway when the subject dies so many things will come out about your dad, so what, live and let die.