What’s that you say? Charlie Sheen’s behavior is more despicable than defensible? Alas, I couldn’t agree with you more with regard to his behavior, after all he did say something about tiger blood running through his veins. It becomes quite difficult, indeed, to defend someone when they keep spouting sound bytes like that. If only Mr. Sheen would actually insert his foot in his mouth then, and only then, might we all experience a reprieve from his barrage of verbal grave digging from the Sober Valley Lodge.

Despite his morally reprehensible behavior, which includes trying to raise his twin 2-year-old boys with live-in former porn star goddesses (that’s truly something one cannot anticipate writing–ever) and biting the “Two and a Half Men” and the hands that have fed and kept him fat with pay, I am deeply saddened by the position the actor finds himself in. This is what happens when your professional successes eclipse your emotional ones. When the “YES!”-people surrounding you could in actuality give a rat’s patootie about whether you live or die or rot in jail or rehab–just keep paying me, yo, and keep frontin’ this par-tay lifestyle. Ever heard of a fella named Michael Jackson?

Question: Is anyone saying anything good or true or real to this man?

Answer: Not sure, but he did just add one million Twitter followers in a day. No doubt to track his crazy rants in real time.

Not that there aren’t folks who care about Sheen. Take his father, for instance, “West Wing” actor Martin Sheen, who recently explained how he approaches his son’s troubles these days. Papa Sheen told London’s The Telegraph he handles things, “With prayer. We lift him up and we ask everyone who cares about him to lift him up, and lift up all those who are in the grip of drug and alcohol abuse, because they are looking for transcendence.”

And no more could I laugh at the blatant ridiculousness splattered across the Internet. Charlie Sheen is a son who means very much to his father (not to mention a Father), and it sounds like Papa Sheen is far beyond the embarrassment addiction can bring upon a family. Desperation is probably more like it.

Hear me when I say, I’m totally grossed out by Sheen’s grossy grosserton actions, but no one is “winning” by my laughing at his mistakes and life junk, especially because I’ve got plenty of my own.

I’m starting to see Charlie Sheen not as some sorry character whose life is laugh-worthy because he’s not a character. He’s ruining his life and the lives of his children, all because he’s completely enslaved to addiction and an ego-centric lifestyle no one has been able to shake him of. Sheen’s been looking for an identity in success and money and women he’s attracted to and God knows what else–an identity that will reap zero gain or reward. In truth, I’m no better or worse than him. We  both try to attach significance to things that don’t matter. The difference, I suppose, maybe, is a community and family who are constantly reminding me this world is temporal. Fleeting. It’s going bye-bye. And that makes me want to join Papa Sheen in praying for his prodigal, ’cause honestly, minus the tiger blood, it takes one to know one.

Seriously? Tiger blood? Okay, I can’t not laugh at that one.