A judge recently sent Lindsay Lohan back to rehab, rather than jail. And that may seem like a blessing, except that Lohan can’t afford to pay for rehab. Lindsay needs a sponsor to cover the bill of her rehabilitation at the Betty Ford Center, which will cost her $50,000 for 3 months (Lindsay Can’t Afford Rehab).
And, as you know, and, as I can predict, the rehab will not work for Lindsay Lohan. She is as empty as an empty American can get. She needs shock treatment, a process which involves angry German-looking psychiatrists, bordering on insanity, sticking electrodes to your temples.
Here’s a special article I wrote: Lindsay Lohan, the Most Common of Rotting Creatures, Freed from Jail After Posting Bail. I wish she would sue me. I could use the publicity. Truly, I could.
Back to the story at hand. It’s hard to believe Lohan is out of money. Apparently her clothing line is in shambles, and she won’t get her money from filming Inferno until after she leaves rehab.
As this author lives in Los Angeles and works hard just to pay his rent and have a cup of coffee now and again, Lohan truly mystifies him. It is of this author’s opinion that Lohan, while in rehab, will wake up one morning from anxious dreams and find that she has, indubitably, been metamorphosed into a vermin.
Lohan’s karma will not wait for reincarnation! It will happen in rehab. I predict.