Ronan Farrow: Barely Heard Of Him, Already Sick Of Him

Could this be Ronan Farrow, Senior??

Could this be Ronan Farrow, Senior??

Sammy Farrow, Junior, Junior...Time to go away.

Sammy Farrow, III…Time to go away.

Wow, has it been 15 minutes already? Apparently yes, because it’s time for “Ronan Farrow” to leave the public stage. But wait, wasn’t his “real father” a member of the famous Rat Pack? Possibly, and my bet is Sammy Davis Junior or, possibly, Peter Lawford, but seriously, do you care?

Better yet, ask yourself this question: Who do you care less about, Justin Bieber or Ronan Farrow?  See?, you’re struggling with that question… Case closed.

11 thoughts on “Ronan Farrow: Barely Heard Of Him, Already Sick Of Him

  1. Gideon, I am assuming your rhetorical questions regarding his parentage were a joke, of a sort (you usually know stuff). If you really don’t know, you may find it interesting to hear this bright shiny object of the Media/Left is actually the spawn of Woody Allen and Mia Farrow. They used the mother’s sir name because they supposedly didn’t want to add an “Allen” to their menagerie off a combined family.

    • Oh, wait, I see you said “real father”. Are you suggesting that he’s not Woody’s? Gee, I need to read more when I am on line at the grocery check out counter…..

      • Fly:
        The “real father”, we are told, is Frank Sinatra, hence my reference to the Rat Pack. Googling the question gets you side-by-side comparisons of the two, and I’ll admit, he does look like Sinatra. Or does he just look like a young Mia Farrow? Anyway, my suggestion that it was some OTHER member of the Rat Pack was intended to be humorous.

  2. Who do you care less about, Justin Bieber or Ronan Farrow?

    That, Sir, is called a set-up question. Impossible to answer because both choices are equally awful.

  3. This was such fun and my thoughts exactly. Will this “genius” just shut up and go away? As Frank sang, “How little we know, how much to discover…” Ronan, go away, grow up, do something real in your life, and then don’t get back to us.

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