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Time to get grateful, Justin Bieber

Time to get grateful, Justin Bieber

What's more irksome than an overpaid celebrity whining? An overpaid TEENAGE celebrity whining. In London. About their birthday party.

Yep, add Justin Bieber to the ever-growing list of petulant I-want-it-all-even-though-I-already-have-it-all glitterati. Apparently Justin had planned to hit some fab nightclub with a whole bunch of swells after performing a concert, which no doubt lined his pockets with a few hundred thousand bucks. As it turns out, some of his plans went awry when an underage guest (Will Smith's son) wasn't allowed in. This caused His Royal Sighness to Tweet that he was experiencing his "worst birthday."

My heart bleeds not for Justin Bieber. If I had a few moments with Justin, I would suggest he try this on for size: Shut up and get grateful. Today  -- this very day --there are thousands of people having their truly worst birthday. There are lovely hardworking individuals around the world who were just diagnosed with cancer. There are husbands burying wives. There are mothers visiting sons in jail. There are girls being sold as sex slaves whose souls are aging much faster than their bodies.

I'm sorry to be so serious about this, Biebs, but in the real world, people get evicted on their birthdays, they get mugged and they go hungry.

It’s time you and every other narcissistic celeb count your blessings and know that you are rich and living the high life for one reason only: regular people. It’s the great unwashed who buy your music, concert tickets and T-shirts. It's the masses of flyover country who fill your coffers and pay for your security to keep those same people at a safe distance.

I have news for you, Justin Bieber ... You're in the middle of a fantasy life. Every shiny, glittery step you take and mile you fly is courtesy of a whole lotta people who would give their left arm to have an eighth of what you MADE on your birthday for a whole lifetime.

Justin Bieber, you just had an AMAZING birthday ... And you're welcome.

Read more: http://www.foxnews.com/opinion/2013/03/05/time-to-get-grateful-justin-bieber/#ixzz2MsIFJnyD

What dads really think about Father's Day

This Sunday, fathers around America will be showered with gifts, meals, hugs and activities centered on us. We will receive ties, cologne, cufflinks and gift cards from our wives. Our children will give us clay coin holders (which were ashtrays 30 years ago), and art featuring stick figure families, with daddy having the largest circle-head. We will be thanked for our hard work, our sacrifice and our love...And many of us dads will think it's all much ado about nothing.

Of course we lay down the law. Yes, you better defer to us when it comes to the thermostat, lights and how long it takes to shower. Yes, we are the he-man bug killers and retrievers of stuff on high shelves. You better believe that we are the driving instructors and keepers of the remote, and don't you forget ANY of that!

But the one thing that Father's Day means to fathers is gratitude. Boy oh boy, we are so thankful for YOU.

Most every father I know, myself included, lives in awe of our families. None of us ever get over the images of pregnancy and childbirth. Those events impact us forever, and frame our lives forever.

Most of us spend Father's Day just so happy that you love us, so humbled by the miracle of life. We are amazed we somehow got to marry a girl like YOU. We can't get over that our daughters love us, and that our sons want to BE us. On Father's Day, we get out the telescope and count our lucky stars.

Fathers' Day is not only a day of reflection, for most dads it's a day which finds us looking forward as well.

As we look around us, the hunter-gatherer in us takes note of what the family needs going forward. We pledge silently to ourselves that Monday begins a new push for more and better, safer and healthier everything for our families. We resolve that we will be better fathers, more attentive husbands; prepared to double our efforts so as to provide. Longer days, harder work, less sleep; whatever it takes to keep the family healthy, protected and happy.

Many of us will promise ourselves to finally get to the doctor for the check ups and screenings which we hate so much. Because we so fear our own mortality, very often men take refuge in the notion that "no news is good news" so we avoid the doc like the plague itself.

Father's Day reminds us how badly we want to be around for as long as possible to see weddings and grandchildren and great-grandchildren.

So at some point this Sunday, take a few moments to just observe dad.

I promise that if you watch us long enough, you'll see a deep breath, a wiped tear or a lingering gaze. At any moment you may see serenity, awe or fear.

And if you could hear our thoughts at those moments we'll be saying "I want this to last forever."

To our wives and children on behalf of dads everywhere, your gift to us is you...And we are so very grateful.

Phyllis Diller was original gate-crasher of all-male comedy fraternity

It is so appropriate that on the very same day that Augusta National Golf Club extends its very first invitations of membership to women, a true gate-crasher is being remembered for breaking into an all-male fraternity: Phyllis Diller, who passed away at age 95, was a lady diamond in the rough world of stand up comedy.

In 1955, after doing radio for a few years, Diller took to the stage at The Purple Onion in San Francisco and was good right off the bat. So good that she ran for 87 weeks. She then went on to blaze an amazing trail for hundreds of women to follow over the next five-plus decades.

As a comedian myself, what I value most in a performer is originality and digging deep. A comic who exposes his or her deepest and darkest is the comic who stays with you after the show. That may seem obvious, but catch a few minutes of the next three comedy specials you see on TV, and sadly you'll see a whole lot of cookie-cutter stuff.

Phyllis Diller was awkward looking (enhanced by her own doing) and she talked about it. She was a terrible cook in an era when Home Ec for girls was more important than Phys Ed, and she talked about it.

Her laugh was not very feminine and certainly tough on the ears ... and she made that laugh her hook. At a time when an ideal marriage was the goal of every woman, she made hay out of her twisted life with her husband, "Fang." She did self depreciating humor before many male comics did.

She was a joke teller, as well as a story teller, where many comics are just one or the other.

Probably the most impressive aspect of Diller's career is the number of careers she made possible. The "if not but fors" attached to her are enormous. From Joan Rivers to Lily Tomlin to Roseanne to Ellen DeGeneres to Margaret Cho to Sarah Silverman and every female comic in between and going forward, Phyllis Diller was there first. (I won't hold Roseanne against Diller, how could she know?)

Phyllis Diller was unique. She was smart and brave. She demanded your attention and paid you back with huge laughs. She was all the things that make a great comedian.