This moment in Charlie Sheen: Final broadcasts, fermented puke, poppycock, porn offers, and more from the media tsunami

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Liberated from all boring, burdensome ties to relevance after being officially fired by CBS, Charlie Sheen’s creation “Charlie Sheen” has at least achieved full-blown autonomy, a free-floating “media tsunami” (to use Sheen’s words) that exists only to continue gusting out windy screeds and drenching us with quotes on a near-hourly basis. But judging by some of today’s happenings, that storm may actually break soon: There’s been an unmistakable note of finality in Sheen’s latest frenzied go-’round, suggesting this mad roman candle may burn himself out sooner than later, or maybe just shut up for a while as his lawyers prepare their offense. So maybe savor this stuff while you still can.
After all, it’s about to become a dry and boring legal matter, as Sheen’s attorney Matt Singer has officially begun mounting his case, avowing that he believes Sheen’s firing came as result of Two And A Half Men creator Chuck Lorre “conspiring with Warner Bros.,” and that it was really “about the hostility between Chuck and Charlie that has gone on for years.” Among Singer’s more tenuous claims: That “Chuck Lorre has a better deal and stands to make more on his other shows [The Big Bang Theory and Mike & Molly] than on Two And A Half Men, so he has an interest in making those shows flourish at the expense of my client’s show”—which is certainly an interesting theory, that Lorre would deliberately destroy his most successful and profitable show like that, just to have more time to concentrate on fine-tuning the fat jokes of Mike & Molly. Not that we’re experts, but we wouldn’t necessarily lead with that should the case “go before a judge and jury,” as Singer is hoping. Especially seeing as CBS and Warner Bros. plan to base their defense on more tangible things, such as “a 10-page list of links to news articles chronicling Sheen’s behavior, some of which will likely become exhibits.” (Should someone at CBS need a handy digest, we refer you to the last two weeks of Newswire.)
In the meantime, of course, Sheen continues to add to that exhibit by badmouthing pretty much everyone involved with the show through every available venue—most notably the latest and final episode of his Internet chat-fest, Sheen’s Korner (transcribed here by RadarOnline), which Sheen concluded last night by saying it was “now for sale as a sports bar,” which either confirms it was his final broadcast, or suggests he’s planning on turning the show into a latter-day version of Archie Bunker’s Place. If it turns out to be his valediction, he certainly made the bridge-annihilating most of it, calling his firing “unconscionable” and “completely and entirely illegal”—adding, “And to quote my lawyer really shitty, shitty, suck suck”—deeming himself “the Malibu Messiah, the Condor of Calabasas, the fucking warlock of the jealous face that is before you,” and then spouting off some patented wild free-verse like, “Undigested hummus trading real estate for this fire dance,” and, “I beg you all to stay glued for this raving, wise, Gibson-shredding napalm poet before you. Alone and unshackled as the desperate cries of the soon-forgotten echo freely in my lair.” [Provide your own bongo solo here.]
Sheen then rattled off a list of names of people who “once begged to attend my perfect banquet in the nude, now they just beg for the keys to my gold,” including: CBS president Les Moonves, about whom he riffed, “Less than Goonves. Part scoundrel, part my hair to the side. ‘Screw Les,’ I proclaimed, or better yet, screw more… In-vitro aside, all shiny pool boys rejoice and line block around your house. Sizzle, losing, bye.” (Allen Ginsberg—so jealous.) Warner Bros. TV Group president Bruce Rosenblum, whom Sheen satirically nicknamed “Bruce ‘Daisy-And-Wilt,” and whom Sheen warned to “Grab ankles and accept your fate” while mocking him for being short, weak, wearing “thick glasses,” and then decimated with this proposed epitaph: “Never seen by a goddess, only owned by a bully like a bitch.” Should Rosenblum be considering adding that to his tombstone, we suggest a nice, classic calligraphy font.
Naturally, Sheen reserved his harshest vitriol for Lorre, the full transcript of which we’ve reproduced below in all its guy-who-obviously-listens-to-a-lot-of-goth-music-making-everyone-uncomfortable-at-the-coffeehouse-slam-poetry-night glory:
Hiya, Chuck-E-Cheeseball. Where ya hiding, silly clown? Behind your narcissism, your greed, your hatred of yourself or women? Which personality are you cowering beneath for transparent cover? I see you, you little worm. I see you behind your plastic smile, your bitchy pout and your desperate need to be liked. Forget love—that ship sailed when you were born. To use one of your stupid and unfunny jokes. Good luck with those tin cans, shit-brain. And the mush-mouth of some pathetic carcass you so arrogantly attempted to trade out for this warlock.
Think of me often, loser, during your most quiet moments. All alone in the world, staring into the mirror—your least favorite activity. Think of me as you pray to the silly god of AA. While begging refuge from the contaminated image of hatred and dismay that so painfully glares back.
Can you smell your soul? Can you smell the rotting dog shit? The fermented puke that is your viscera? Can you smell the lies? Can you smell the carnage you created? Can you smell the impostor living within? Can you smell your mother's tears from some distant memory, as she scattered her pathetic creation, asking all around her why this feeble abortion survived? Can you smell it, Chuck? It smells like malaria, in case you were wondering. If sad and stupid had a smell, it would be you: FUCK BORRE.
You gotta hate that your stage name rhymes with suck. Personally, I find it perfect. Suck and muck.You picked a fight with a warlock, you little worm. Remember this after that first drink back. The drink you know you want. The drink you can't avoid any longer. How does it taste? How does it feel? Are you whole again, at peace, in love, at peace, in love? You are no match for this warlock . My power will consume you every losing day, ugly whore.