Candy Spelling Fires Back

Candy Spelling defends herself by selling out family more

Candy Spelling’s one pissed-off mother.

Know how she just sold out her daughter yet again, by intimating to the world that naughty Tori caused Aaron Spelling’s demise?

Well, she's making damn sure that the story doesn't go away.

But before we get to that let’s make clear, right up front, that daughter, like mother, has participated in numerous sellings-out herself—whether it be in book or TV or garage-sale form—but hey, isn’t that what insanely spoiled and moneyed kids do? Aren’t the parents supposed to be the ones who are wiser and more circumspect?

Apparently not.

So get this: Candy’s publicist contacted the Awful Truth to make sure we had Candy’s latest Huffington Post addendum to her latest gossipy radio addendum (I mean, in the 24/7 age of Twitter, this gal doesn’t fool around; she just prefers a staff, that’s all). Check it out:

"I didn't intend to create headlines," Candy actually states with what I assume is a straight face. The woman who's currently selling a book called Stories from Candyland continues: "I was asked a question about my daughter not speaking with my family, and I answered truthfully. My husband was very ill, and he had stopped eating and taking liquids. He called Tori on a daily basis, and never stopped asking if Tori had returned his call. We had to say no every day."

Spelling's rant ends with this killer kicker: "Next, someone will refer to it as ‘patricide.' Wait, sorry. E! Online just did that."

Well, we here at E! Online simply suggested, after Candy said she "didn't know" what was causing all the anger from estranged daughter Tori, that "maybe it has something to do with the accusations of patricide."

Which is exactly what the elder Spelling did prior and is now strongly intimating again.

I mean, how else do you explain telling the world that your dying husband wanted nothing more in the world than to talk to his daughter, but he had to be told "every day" she wasn't into it?

Uh, what the hell else are you implying here, Candy? Sorry, I don't speak $150-million-mansion speak; maybe you can translate?