Who’s Your Daddy?
Take a good look at this picture. If ever there was an example of how a person can gain the whole world and lose their soul, it’s in the cold, dead face of Anna Nicole Smith.
She had everything this world could offer. Sex, drugs, rock ‘n roll, booze, money, tv cameras and an adoring fan base of masturbating young men. She evolved past the level of sex symbol to become a pop-culture icon. She used her blonde and bombshells to attain more than most people could ever dream.
Still, we write her life off as a tragedy.
For all the glitz and ditz, she never found joy. She never found love.
You think any of those bottom-feeders in the Broward County (don’t get me started) courtroom circus care one bit about Anna Nicole or little Dannielynn? I think it’s more a case of whoever gets the baby will wind up with the money. That poor kid is probably doomed to the same fate of her older brother, or worse, her mother.
So, no, I don’t think she ever found anybody who loved her. Just an endless stream of leaches after money and (ahem) bombshells.
I wonder if anybody ever told her about Jesus.