There is so much to savor in this latest live that one could fill pages with random analysis, speculation, observations, and jokes. Even a cynic like me has to admit that her livestreams have become significantly more fascinating (if not entertaining) in recent months, and this one yields tons of fodder for commentary.
However, I'd just like to focus in on what I think is the real story of the day, which is her complete ineptitude with her medication injector pen. For such a self-professed "intelligent" person, who goes out of her way to state "I'm not an idiot" far more often than any moderately bright person would ever need to, she sure is a dingbat. Which sucks for her, because even more than her weight, her own stupidity will prove fatal for her.
Forget any concept of her medicating herself properly. Some of you might have thunk, "well, at least she's taking medicine now, so at least that's an improvement..." Haha, fat chance, chumps!
It is a remarkable segment. Her brow furrows and she repeatedly grimaces and squints at the instructions, only half-comprehending them. Her lips move as she reads, which is always a sign of keen intelligence. She gets frustrated, asks "wha---?" at one point, as if the manufacturers are complete idiots, and finally haphazardly jabs herself with it, completely doing it wrong (as per the instructions she had just supposedly read)
Sure, the moron is eating herself to death, and her getting caught sneaking a freakin' sundae and resorting to her curled-lip guilty act was primo lulz.
But watching her struggle to even comprehend what the fuck she was doing with her medication really illuminates the gravity of her situation. She is incapable of taking medication properly. We already knew this to some degree; she has misused her medication before. But now she is dealing with life-or-death drugs, and she has to rely on her own lazy, dimwitted self to administer them properly. Peetz will be of no help. At least Bibi made an effort to help with medication (and, unsuccessfully, curb her eating) during her hysterectomy saga (which, don't forget, was supposed to inspire others facing a hysterectomy)
Her plaintive "I know I will be a success someday" the other night really punctuates this mess. It is a sad enough utterance from anyone whose life is skidding out of control, but in Clotso's case, it almost counts as an admission of final defeat. She will not be successful in medicating herself, which not only means the diabetes and fatty liver and the litany of other life-threatening conditions will remain essentially untreated, they will almost certainly be exacerbated. Now she can kill herself on two fronts; sneaking sundaes after cheeseburgers and fucking up her doses. And she is blithely unaware that beezin' with her medication is a game of Russian roulette with all the chambers filled.
Seeing this tonight, I grow more confident that my deathpool money is safer than it would be if it were invested in gold. At least Tammy Slaton, the closest competition, has people looking out for her. Clotso is truly on her own.