Paula Deen, Southern snake-oil saleswoman, hid her Diabetes diagnosis for three years. Her Food celebrity community have kept their mouths shut, no love for the Queen of Fat from Bobby Flay or Bourdain. Anthony Bourdain actually cast a big stone. There's nothing wrong with butter. Hiding a gimmick-end disease and profiting over its cure is sleazy, slimy and downright creepy. The Southern fat-based sweatpants life-style brand is panicked her ham's with her Diabetes face on the label and cookware line might not sell to her cult anymore. She's just another example of celebrity-turned-brand manipulation machine. Does she have her own butter-scent toilet water yet for those with type II who'll miss eating it? It seems the Belle of Budder will do anything for fame. Deen stole Emeril's shtick and cracked it up a notch and got caught. The temples of Trump and Puff Daddy and JLo and Rachel Ray their ilk count on blind worship and obedience, a soulless public gets a comfortably packaged, programmed lifestyle that pleasures and soothes like religion. Deen's sinfully gluttonous disciples must be terribly dismayed, no redneckery without consequence? boo hoo It's an amazing comparison to Graham Kerr's story when he discovered what food can do. Actually, this Buttery Tale is a fine fable to tell the kids at reading time. Oh, be warned Rachel Ray, they can turn on you if EVOO is found to promote...say...anal warts.
"The Wicked Queen of Butterfat melted at the stake by fondue-stick jabbing anal-warted followers..."
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