Comedienne Roseanne Barr took her liberal counterpart, Whoopi Goldberg, to task during a fiery rant that was posted to the X platform. In the clip, Barr challenged ABC’s ‘The View’, where Goldberg is a long-time co-host, to hire her as the panel’s anti-liberal voice, which she suggested wouId make for better television.
People are so f***ing stupid, I can’t take it no more, Barr said in the clip. And then I look at Whoopi Goldberg, she’s getting paid to do this, having this old age nervous breakdown. She’s getting paid to lie! Barr claimed. Now you gotta have scriptwriters to lie. I can do this all day ‘cause it’s true. I can do ‘The View’ and be all fine and off the top of my head,” she said before saying ‘F*** you, Hollywood.
Hire me @TheView pic.twitter.com/iu0PLRyzra
— Roseanne Barr (@therealroseanne) February 7, 2024
My Granddaughter Forced Me Out for Getting Married at 80 — I Couldn’t Stand the Disrespect & Gave Her a Lesson to Remember
After my granddaughter ousted me for marrying at 80, I couldn’t accept her disrespect. Together with my new husband, Harold, we crafted a bold plan to teach her an unforgettable lesson, culminating in a family-altering confrontation.
I never imagined sharing this tale, but here it is. My name is Margaret, and I celebrated my 80th birthday last spring. I resided in a small, personalized room within my granddaughter Ashley’s home, surrounded by keepsakes of my life.
“Morning, Grandma,” Ashley would say, bursting into my room unannounced. She never knocked.
“Morning, dear,” I’d reply, tidying up my space. “What’s the hurry?”
“We’re off to the park with the kids. Need anything?”
“No, I’m good. Enjoy your day.”
After she rushed off, I reflected alone. I couldn’t complain much; after all, I had sold my house to fund her college education after her parents died tragically when she was 15.
I took her in and strived to provide a good life. Now, she lived here with her husband, Brian, and their two children, in a home that was always bustling.
Things took a turn when I met Harold at the community center months ago. He was charming, always with a camera around his neck. Our chats soon became the highlight of my week, offering a second shot at love.
One day, while Ashley was at work, I decided to share my news. I found her in the kitchen that evening, busy with a recipe book.
“Ashley, I have something to tell you,” I started.
She looked up, “What is it, Grandma?”
“I’ve met someone. His name is Harold, and… he proposed.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Proposed? You mean, marriage?”
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