She was forcibly removed from her Upper East Side penthouse today by marshals seizing forfeited assets to pay off victims of her husband's Ponzi schemes. She left with her purse and the clothes on her back, according to the New York Post. But don't cry for poor little Ruthie - she's still doing better than most.

Who else but a druggie and low-life would view a dying woman, one he has lived with on and off for the last twenty or so years, as a marketable commodity? And if he can't sell it now, best to marry her so anything from her estate goes to him after she's gone ... is no one looking out for Farrah these days?

I admit; I love Farrah. I grew up wanting to be like her: the beautiful hair, the gleaming smile, the perky left nipple. She was my idol as a young girl, and she's always had a special place in my heart. It is profoundly shameful that her last days should be sold to the tabloids to feed her family's vile habits.

Talk about celebrity justice. What do you do with a drug addict who has failed rehab four times and violated probation by bringing heroin into a prison parking lot - while his mother fights for her life? You give him a tap on the wrist and send him back to rehab again.

You know what they say: Tacky is as tacky does, otherwise known as breeding shows. The almost Vice President is nothing but a made-over hillbilly who let her children run wild while she chased her dreams of stardom. Now that she's back to being a measly Governor she's a bit bitter, and she's set her sights on the family of her daughter's baby daddy.