It’s not the fault of music heavyweight/billionaire Clive Davis, even though he refused to cancel his A-list pre-Grammy party, cynically noting that “Whitney would have wanted us to keep keep it going” (um, but she was under the influence of narcotics, Clive . . . )
It’s not the fault of Whitney Houston’s agent. It’s not the fault of any of her close friends and relatives who certainly knew how deeply troubled she was – Dionne Warwick, Aretha Franklin, Reverend Al Sharpton (thanks for your tribute, Rev); Jermaine Jackson; Bobby Brown; Burt Bacharach. Or her producers, arrangers, bodyguards, publicists, scheduling secretaries, assistants, nannies, dog walkers and everyone else who made their living off Whitney. Nor MTV, BET, the Grammys, the NAACP Image awards, or the National Enquirer . . .
And it’s certainly not the fault of Tony Bennett, who bizarrely asserted that if drugs were legal, Whitney would still be alive ,. . . .
It’s Whitney’s own fault. And everyone’s.
Ron Paul – this is why most Americans don’t want to see narcotics legalized. Drugs are a scourge on people’s lives.
Really.

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Who needs illegal drugs?
Perfectly legal, lethal drugs are available at your doctor's office.
Already legalized.
Have killed plenty of folks.
Profits don't go to those evil 'drug pushers' or 'drug makers.'
Yeah, right.
Good thing that evil narcotic, marijuana, that hasn't killed one person, ever, is illegal and safely far away from our kids.
Yeah, right.
i castigate myself for this macabre speculation on my own part, but yes i agree that the coroners report is likely to show "barbituates" in combination with alcohol. i'm not ruling out cocaine or any of the other even more exotic stuff whitney titillated oprah's audience with, just that legally prescribed barbituates have turned up in a frightening number of celebrity deaths.
they can't get to sleep after all the speed and other metabolism boosters, and plead for something to help them relax.
in the next installment, expect whitney's doctor to be dragged in for questioning, in an echo of the michael jackson inquest.
a stunned public will castigate whitney's doctor - "how could you prescribe a dangerous drug like that to someone so troubled?"
on the advice of counsel, he will refrain from replying "it was the least dangerous thing she put in herself most days"