Diagnosed with CHISIS

That's it!

I've had enough.

I've watched them flaunt their political views and their physical assets all over this town. Seen them parade their entourages from Rodeo Drive to The Farmer's Market, from Kazakhstan to Zimbabwe and London, too. Shopping in Milan, Tokyo, Paris, New York. Dancing in Ibiza, clubbing in Sydney, snorkling in Brazil. Working and filming and taking lunch meetings, working-dinners. Starring on Broadway or cameos on the small screen. And filing lawsuits for defamation of character and libel and tresspassing and invasion of privacy and even copyright infringement against every rag or legitimate mag to pop a shot that wasn't from a carefully designed photoshoot and photoshopped into oblivion.

Someone blogs about them? They call their lawyers.

Someone whispers their name in a private masturbatory fantasy? Better hope they're not listening, or they'll cry foul about their image being abused.

So that's it. That's the end.

I am officially making my diagnosis. To anyone in Hollywood or beyond who suffers from hyper-sensitivity, who can't take a joke, who believes they're better than anyone else, who only endorses free speech when its conveniant for them, who makes political noises for publicity or who sues irrationally because they think they matter - I'm talking to you.

Classic Hollywood-style Inflated Self-Importance Syndrome.

And damn it, there's but one cure - GET THE FUCK OVER YOURSELF.

Signed,

Dr. Emil Schuffhausen
DRS Clinic, Liechtenstein