Former seventies child star Mackenzie Phillips, in a vain attempt to stay relevant, has recently oozed her slimy, pock-marked ass back into the forum of public discussion by revealing a sordid tale of an incestuous relationship with her father, John Phillips of the Mamas and the Papas. No comment from Mr. Phillips, because he is currently worm food and can’t refute the charges brought against him by his Oxycotin-ogling, oleaginous offspring. She was quoted as saying, “My father was a man full of love without boundaries.” Or a soul, it would appear. Apparently the pussy was pretty good though; cuz according to Ms. Phillips, papa was takin’ it One Day at Time for almost a decade. This oxygen thief has zero class and should do the world a favor by deep throating a .357 magnum instead of a family member for a change. First of all, she has about as much credibility as Michael Jackson in a Boy Scout leader uniform.
Secondly, this attention-whore is NOT a victim and she was not raped. At what point does this society start stressing accountability? She started bangin’ her pops when she was 19 for Christ’s sake! Nine-fucking-teen!!! I wasn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer at 19, but I (like most organisms) had the whole “Don’t Fuck My Parent” thing down pat. She was screwing her DAD for over a DECADE! How is this idiot still alive? (paging Mr. Darwin) I for one have now had my faith in the theory of natural selection shaken like a trailer park toddler. And instead of taking accountability for her vile, deviant behavior she blamed it on the lifestyle and the pills. What pills are these??? Do they contain 100% pure, West Virginia creek water?? Look, I too was a bit of an amateur pharmacist back in the day but I can’t remember popping anything that made me wanna sodomize my mom.
And motherfuck Oprah’s fat ass for evening allowing this crazy cooze on her show. I was under the false impression that Oprah’s show was different because it was conducted with a modicum of class. Wrong. Ms. Phillips was quoted as saying, “there is a time and a place for everything.” Yeah, you freak show bitch, there’s a place for you alright. It’s back tossing salads for key bumps of booger sugar in stall #3 at the Greyhound bus depot. Crawl back under your rock and leave us the fuck alone. Skank.
