REBECCA EDMONDSON of HOUSING WORKS: A REAL DIMWIT CUNT

Rebecca Edmondson, spokeswoman for Housing Works, said:

“Housing Works is thrilled to receive such a generous donation from Banksy. It means a lot to our organization that the artist is using his time in New York to give back to the very community that has been captivated by his every move."

Yes, wonderful "BANKSY," who took a shitty $50 thrift shop painting, and ADDED A NAZI.

Title it however you want. It's still a positive image of a Nazi.

Rationalize it however you want...some rich assholes have pushed the bidding up past $300,000.

It's STILL a painting of a NAZI.

Rebecca, you should have made some reference to the gays who were tortured and killed at Buchenwald and Auschwitz. You could've at least said, "We at this gay charity, do understand that a Nazi symbol is odious to some, but let's put a positive spin on it. This is the past. Men with a SWASTIKA gathered up homosexuals to butcher them, and some men even made sexual slaves of gay prisoners and THEN butchered them so nobody would find out how many Nazis were queer. Let whoever bought this painting own it and know that a quiet view of a peaceful lake was DENIED thousands of homosexuals whose lives ended prematurely in ovens."

Here's a reminder of what a PINK TRIANGLE looks like, Rebecca Edmonson, DIMWIT CUNT.

And here, Rebecca Edmonson, DIMWIT CUNT, is just one picture that should come to your mind when you see a NAZI uniform and a SWASTIKA, even on a painting by a self-promoting son of a bitch like "BANKSY."

Morality, it's a bitch.

And so are you, Rebeca Edmondson.

I'm not saying DON'T TAKE A PAINTING THAT WILL RAISE hundreds of thousands of dollars.

I'm saying that if you had any kind of conscience, any kind of brains in your head, any kind of CLUE...you would've instantly been offended by this piece of shit painting and rather than just mindlessly babble about how great "BANKSY" is and how this will help people in the GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY community...

You should've thought about other minorities and oppressed people for a moment...and remembered what NAZI means and what a SWASTIKA means...and you should've known enough about the GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY community to know that it wasn't AIDS that killed thousands of them in the 1940's.

IT WAS THE NAZIS.

Obnoxious Cunt Gets $40,000 For Showing Her Ratty Boobs

"Call attention to yourself," Spike Milligan declared on the radio one night, "Wear the new American invention...NOISE CLOTHING!"

Poor Spike. He had no idea just how mad the world would become. Clothing that makes strange noises? How about...NO CLOTHING AT ALL?

How about an obnoxious ugly cunt strolling around topless, with an annoying mustache painted on her repulsive face?

Some people have nothing better to do. They know that doing nothing can be BIG BUSINESS.

Every day in Times Square, a moron calling himself "The Naked Cowboy" stands around in his white cotton underpants posing for tourists...who pay him for the privilege.

Eventually there won't be any part of the city that isn't a freak show with some neurotic, some idiot, some crackpot, some faux artist being a pest and an eyesore.

In this case, proof that the world's gone mad is that there is no law against a woman going topless.

See, men and women are EQUAL. If men can be topless on a beach, or in a city park, so should women. Let's forget that men and women do not have similar breasts.

Hell, Assholes of the World, why even have separate bathrooms? Men and women are the SAME. They both have urethras (or, to use the proper term, "piss holes.") Who cares if a man's piss comes out of a tube outside the body and a woman's comes from inside?

Oh wait...not so fast...trannies seem to be able to use either the gents or the ladies room, and women escorting their 5 year-old boys can use both, too. So come on, let's tear down those awful awful LADIES and GENTS signs and let the shit hit the fan. Both men and women have assholes. And so are the lawmakers who think topless women and topless men are created equal.

Back to this awful-looking media whore. She's been arrested ten times, and LOVES IT. She just waited to file her suit, building up the arrests so she and her shyster could hit the city with a huge demand for a settlement...and then take, oh, $40,000 on settlement. Here's the prick who got her the money, and almost another $40,000 for himself.

One of the foremost irritants among the ambulance-chasers, Kuby is proud that he has made a big name for himself defending cop killers and psychos, deadbeats and scumbags, all in the name of civil liberties and free speech. What a racket. He and Gloria Allred. The name of the game is publicity. "Oh, the murderer is being defended by..." it'll be Kuby East Coast or Allred West Coast...anything to get their ugly mugs in the paper and get more and more clients and force taxpayers to pony up for every anti-social shitbag ever arrested.

Kuby was a young lawyer who learned his sleaze from an appropriately-named lawyer named Kunstler. Kunstler wasn't quite as creepy. He even had some decent, Liberal leanings and once in a while used his smarts to fight a "good fight." For example, he defended the Chicago 7 (and put Phil Ochs on the stand for what was almost a comedy routine) and earned praise for it. Rightly so. But he also was full of eog, full of shit more often than not, and got caught up in defending virtually anyone who was anti-establishment, even if that person might be a murderer.

This smirking bitch, who you could call "street artist" or just "brainless whore," wouldn't be walking around topless, with an idiotic mustache painted on, unless she was getting MONEY and FAME for it. Otherwise she should be carted off to Bellevue for being insane, right?

No no, not in this mad, mad, mad, mad world. Let the homeless menace everyone. Let the panhandlers do as they please. Let morons go naked in the streets. ALL IS PERMITTED.

It will only get worse under Mayor De Blasio, a hack who managed to sneak in because the sensible candidate (Lhota) is dull and worked well with previous mayors. Also, the city is overrun with minority crazies who no longer want a tough, law-and-order mayor like Giulliani or Bloomberg, and instead want a guy who is married to a black woman, has two black kids, and has guaranteed that when elected, will fire the current police commissioner and end "stop and frisk," whereby cops can check gang members and thugs for hidden weapons.

As dumb as most cops are, as ignorant of the law as they are, as much of a bullying bunch of Fascist scum as they are, they still should've been able to arrest and fine this bitch under existing laws related to being a public nuisance" or "loitering" or some other misdemeanor. Too bad that the city can't afford to pay anybody with a brain to be a lawyer. Lawyers are greedy bastards and know private practice is much more lucrative.

Take a look at this inane bitch proudly posing out on the street (but covering a bit because, Good Lord, the newspapers actually DON'T allow topless images — yet — as they do in England).

See the little black girl I've circled?

What is that little girl's parent supposed to tell that child?

"Don't look at the crazy white lady showing her boobies...she's just...uh....making $40,000. And her lawyer, just about the same. And she could be a whore who waits for just the right amount of money a stranger flashes, and off she goes. But just because the city says this is all right, please, daughter, don't look at her as a role model. Now let's go back to our hovel in the projects, and hope we aren't mugged, or shot by random gunfire...the cops no longer "stop and frisk" loitering monkey bastards who roam in gang-packs in our 'hood.'"

We used to have eccentrics like Dali. We had Milligan who didn't need to be stupid on the street but instead got paid to be funny and entertaining on the radio or on TV. When The Beatles played their rooftop concert it was a naive one-off and filmed, not something evil and crass...and they didn't sue the city when they were asked to cease and desist.

This cunt wants to be a cross between Banksy and Madonna, and will probably try and get herself arrested again and again. She's taken her stupid painted mustache and ratty Marilyn Monroe wig and flashed her tits at St. Patrick's Cathedral, so thanks to Kuby-doo, the dirtbag, the obnoxious simian-face with the 60's ponytail, she'll be going for increasingly more high-profile locations to get attention. Lax laws, lower standards in entertainment, and the newspapers now resorting more and more to freak show reporting...may help her get exactly what she wants.

When and if people get bored with her stupid mustache and her tatty tits...maybe she can harness up a strap-on and fuck Kuby up the ass on the court house steps.

Trick or Treat - Some Kid Wearing an AVONTE Mask?

UPDATE...UPDATE...UPDATE...

In the piece below, I debunked the Daily Snooze and their shit-head reporters who are either blind, or willfully distorted the truth to get readers to buy their crappy paper.

I said that there was no way the photo they published was the missing Avontayyyyyyy.

What a crock, that they'd print the photo on their website and have dozens of monkey-brained ignorant stupid crybaby wimps saying "Oh it's him, it has to be."

NOVEMBER 1, the day AFTER I wrote the piece below, the Daily Snooze has admitted (very quietly and on an inconspicuous page) that the kid in the photo IS NOT Avontayyyyy after all. No, their reporters didn't find it out. The kid and his parents went to the police, quite disturbed to find their privacy invaded by a stupid piece in the Daily Snooze. That kid does not need to be constantly bothered by morons who've been stirred up insane newspaper hysteria.

Unfortunately sob sisters with nothing better to do, are still plastering ugly Avontayyyyyy's picture all over the bus shelters and lamp posts, so a lot of ugly kids are going to be accosted with "Are you Avontayyyyyy" questions. Muslims facing Mecca and washing their feet 10 times a day aren't this obsessive-compulsive and just plain stupid.

The stupid kid wandered off. What do you expect? Since he's too fucking ugly to be captured and held a sex slave somewhere, even in a city of thousands of perverts, the odds are 500-1 that he's dead. The only real question is where's the corpse, and if he died by accident, like falling into the river, or down a sewer, or if some asshole did him in and hid the body. If there's an update on that, it'll be posted here.

Again, it's sad that handicapped kids, or ANY kids go missing, but it's obnoxious when ONE kid gets preferential treatment and it drags on for weeks and weeks.

And a big FUCK YOU to the Daily Snooze and to its blind and/or retarded readers who couldn't tell that Avontayyyyy and that kid on the subway were NOT IDENTICAL.

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With good Samaritans dutifully brainwashed into putting posters up on every lamp post and bus shelter, the missing autistic kid has become New York City's biggest entertainment preoccupation...aside from Banksy's self promotions for profit.

It's like switching channels from "Sorry, I Haven't a Clue" to "Who Wants to be a Millionaire."

You'd think that in this age of ADD and instagram, BOTH of these morons would've been drawing nothing by yawns by now. Avonte or Banksy...there has to be some other people to feed the morbidly warped entertainment interests of the public.

The problem is that the news is now the amusement business, and with newspapers cutting back on reporters, it's a lot easier to go with a proven attention-getter. It does help if it's a Kanye, Miley, Gaga or Kardashian, who have their own publicists to feed free stories, and are doing something asshole-ish every day.

"BANKSY" is his own publicist, announcing every day in October where to find his latest stupid stencil. This made it easy for hacks (like the staff of the Daily Snooze) to get behind him, have something easy to write up, and give him all the attention he needed to rake in hundreds of thousands of dollars for himself.

As for the missing retard...that's easy for reporters, too. Just whine "WHERE IS HE" day after day, and repeat all the details everybody already knows. If some cynic or realist asks, "Don't you have ANY other missing kid to report on? Any other crime in a city of 9 million people," the answer is an indignant, "NEVER forget AVONTE!"

So for most of this month, "BANKSY" hype has been unavoidable, and nobody walking to work could avoid seeing the ugly mug of Avontayyyyyyyyyyyy haplessly staring off a poster like a stuffed wombat.

Nothing else going on in the city? In the world? Nah. The mayoral election isn't close, and people are just hobbling along and rolling their eyes over the fact that the government's health care website doesn't work as smoothly as Kickass Torrents or Pirate Bay, and people can't sign up for health care.

Now this, the day before Halloween.

Oooh! Isn't that Avontayyyyyyyyyyy?

A 13 year-old with a cell phone (of course...kids in the housing projects can even get a free one and free unlimited calling thanks to the government) snapped the picture.

Too bad the 13 year-old was a retard who didn't think to contact the train conductor, or follow the fake-Avonte. But still, he did take a photo.

And the DaIly Snooze showed it to Avonte's father. His father says "It's very close. I'm not sure."

That's because the father is almost as stupid as the son.

Give-away signs? First off, he's not wearing the same clothes as when he went missing...and a fuck-up who can't speak is not likely to suddenly be on a subway after three weeks, clean and neat and in an entirely different outfit from when he literally ran off (surveillance cameras caught this) from school.

"Ooh! A homeless man may have taken care of him all that time, and fed him scraps. Ummm! He could have been taken in by someone who didn't know to call the police, and got him an outfit to wear and stuff..."

That's the level of STUPID in New York City, at least among website comments at the Daily News site (the same site that has been feverishly promoting every Banksy move, and cheering Banksy for painting a Nazi and donating it to charity).

There are thousands of kids who look like Avontayyyyyyyyyyy. Stupid looking kids are everywhere. THIS stupid kid was probably told by his mother NOT to talk to strangers. If you bother to look closely at ALL, and have any skills at detection, you know exactly what to look for in making a positive identification: ear shape, nose shape and eyes. Lips? Let's not go there, girlfriend!

The real Avontayyyyyyyy has a kind of pointiness to the top of his ear that subway-boy lacks. The nostril is also at something of an angle. The llama-eyes are fairly close in both pictures, but the bigger pair belong to Avontayyyyyyyyy. This ain't him. But hey, let's sell some newspapers and keep up the fucking frenzy. Nothing better to do.

And I say NOTHING BETTER TO DO, because read the last fucking line of the article. Do you believe it?

What's up with ROBERT RICHARD, folks?

He's not black? Or black-Hispanic? He doesn't have a stupid-enough name? Why is it that this 14 year-old doesn't rate a photo? He's a kid. He's missing. The newspaper mentions his name and that he's missing. But a photo? Shit, no!

That's the way print journalists are these days. Incompetent assholes. Tunnel-vision. They run with one story and beat it to death every day. When it becomes boring and ridiculous, and even a little heartless and twisted, the response is a solemn, "Never forget!" Right. Only we are also supposed to not forget Trayyyyyyyyvon and not forget Trayyyyyyon, so we have to add a missing retard too? Avontayyyyyyyy?

Ever hear the phrase, "I've got troubles of my own?"

I'm sure that's being said by the hundreds, and THOUSANDS of people who at this moment are looking for somebody gone missing, hoping to find a rapist, asking the police to catch a serial robber or even a killer terrorizing bodegas or low-income housing projects. Do they get to see a snapshot of a loved one, or a mugshot or surveillance image of the perp plastered on every lamp post or given a few square inches in a 100 page newspaper? Nah. There could be an entire page in every issue of the newspaper for "Have you seen these monkey bastard creeps?" or "Have you seen this missing child?" But that might interfere with all the coverage of Kanye and Kim, or the huge amount of wasted pulp devoted to fashion or sports.

The head of the police department said that finding this kid seems like a longshot now, and that it's probably too late. He had to apologize to the kid's family for that, and watch as the Rev. Al Sharpton (who caused race riots and pure hell in the fraudulent Tawana Brawley fake-abduction case) led the charge to raise the reward to $85,000.

So today, Halloween, there are probably some bounty-hunting assholes trawling the subways and pestering all the unfortunate ugly tweens who happen to look something like Avontayyyyyyyy.

"Hey, you look like that missing moron! Show me some identification. Why don't I stop this train and pull the emergency cord. I want some MONEY and Banksy took away the spray-paint-shit-on-buildings option."

VATICAN DISCOVERS THAT LOU REED IS HIP EVEN WHEN HE'S DEAD

Oh those cool, cool hipsters.

If you're not hip, man, you don't GET IT.

Snicker...snicker: some loser at the Vatican quoted Lou Reed's "PERFECT DAY" thinking it was about a guy hanging around with his lover.

Lou and Kirsty MacColl sang it in duet but that sure as hell doesn't mean it's about two people sharing a day together!

"PERFECT DAY" is, of course, about HEROIN!

WHAT ELSE do really cool people think about? Politics? Religion? And YOU thought PUFF THE MAGIC DRAGON was about some fucking magic dragon??

The coolest thing about rock musicians is how they send secret messages, and exclude outsiders, and keep what they really mean to the "in crowd" that nods, faintly smiling, because they GET IT without having to be TOLD.

Know what?

I never thought I'd have anything in common with the Vatican's culture minister, but...

I didn't know the fucking song was about HEROIN either.

Then again, I didn't know that "White Christmas" was about HEROIN, and "Horse With No Name" was about HEROIN, and "Let it Snow" was about HEROIN and "Me and My Shadow" was about having GAY SEX WHILE ON HEROIN.

Read the lyrics: Just a perfect day
Drink sangria in the park

And then later, when it gets dark. We go home

Just a perfect day
Feed animals in the zoo. Then later a movie, too
And then home

Oh, it's such a perfect day I'm glad I spent it with you
Oh, such a perfect day. You just keep me hanging on

Just a perfect day
Problems all left alone. Weekenders on our own. It's such fun

Just a perfect day. You made me forget myself
I thought I was someone else. Someone good

Oh, it's such a perfect day. I'm glad I spent it with you
Oh, such a perfect day. You just keep me hanging on

You're going to reap just what you sow<

There. The ultimate drug song, right?

If you're a New York Junkie, a member of Warhol's factory (one of the few still alive and sporting the same genitalia you were born with), or a Village Voice reader in a gay sauna, just SCREAM out HEROIN with every line...but YOU and ME and the Vatican...we had to be told. This song is 100% pure HEROIN, uncut. PS, if you even thought Lou was suggesting that HEROIN is like a friend, you're still SQUARE, and not SQUARE like a cube of LSD, Rosco.

I must confess, this isn't the first time I've been fooled.

When I was a kid, I somehow didn't realize that 'Please Please Me' was about oral sex. Neither did grown up disc jockeys who played the record. Neither did parents. Sure, Lennon disguised it a bit, but if you had a filthy mind, wouldn't it have been obvious? John was such a hipster, though maybe not in the same league as Lou Reed. After all, when John sang about HEROIN on "Cold Turkey" it was pretty fucking obvious. Which isn't cool. Jeez, "Please Please Me..." millions of people enjoy that song to this day, without knowing the REAL meaning of it. The uncool saps. And even now, listening to that song, I don't automatically think about some chick shutting her mouth tight and shaking her head while inches away from John Lennon's uncircumcised dick. What's WRONG with me?

As for "Perfect Day," I'll give myself slight credit for having some intuition, based on the miserable melody and drone-singing, that it was mocking the concept of what others consider a good time. It seemed to be a song about anhedonia and alienation...but shit, I was SO FAR OFF. It's about HEROIN. Lou could've said "Oh such a perfect day, I'm glad I spent it with drugs," but the idea in writing lyrics is to not communicate to anyone but your clique. When you perform the song live, you look out and see who is smirking an elaborate smirk, and raising eyebrows, and slowly nodding. Although the people who REALLY get that the song is about HEROIN have nodded out and fallen out of their chairs. And most never showed up because they were too busy turning blue in their bathroom.

Hell, I'm so shaken by being cluelessly uncool, I don't know if this is a positive song about heroin or a negative one. "You made me forget myself" on a "perfect day" seems like heroin is pretty good. But "you just keep me hanging on" may suggest a slight problem with addiction?

Oh, it's too deep. I'm just not hip enough. Me and the kindly fellow from the Vatican who thought a perfect day might involve some humble activities shared by a loving couple. Ha ha ha, Mr. Spoon and Ms Needle, ya mean!

I'd hate to think what Lou ACTUALLY meant by that line in "Walk on the Wild Side," where "the colored girls go doot-da-doot..." Maybe it involves a STEAMING CARL or something. Let's face it, if you're not hip like Lou Reed, you are missing out. In fact, ikf you're not hip like Lou Reed, you might as well be dead.

LOU REED drops...and becomes THE LEGEND, GREATEST, MOST INFLUENTIAL...

Shakespeare was ok. He's no Lou Reed.

Shakespeare a legend? Influential? Fuck...ol' Bill got it SO wrong when he wrote: "The evil men do lives after them, the good is oft interred with their bones..."

Whatever, dude. Take the case of Lou Reed, who hasn't been a factor in rock music in 40 years. He drops due to complications from a liver ailment, at 71, and on a slow news day his evil (if you paid good money for them) experimental albums are forgotten, his mediocre shit forgotten, and some barely in-print Velvet Underground things and his lone hit "Walk on the Wild Side" make him...THE MOST INFLUENTIAL ARTIST OF THE 20TH CENTURY.

Bloggers, newspaper hacks, progrock fan boys who weren't even alive when Lou sucked his first cock...they ALL are raving about the man as an INFLUENTIAL LEGEND.

I think only a few have been level-headed about Mr. Reed...that he wrote a few good songs, had a strong personality, and despite his sometimes obnoxious exterior, could be a really sweet guy. Veteran writer Jim Farber was very good in pointing out the latter. Too bad so many have gone overboard with parroting "he was the most influential...." and "he was a legend..." or suggesting that his death somehow deprives the world of an artist who was at the peak of his powers and coming up with brilliant material.

Lou Reed's death is sad news. While he was not doing anything that interesting, and (as this blog noted) he sometimes was saying things that were eye-rollingly foolish, it's too bad he's not around to enjoy his royalties, his wife, and (mostly in New York) his fame. It's possible part of the reason he's gone is that he was too much a part of the stupid side of the rock lifestyle: the drugs. You use heroin, you get an overdose at worst, and Hep C at best..which means a damaged liver.

Snarks used to say about Steve Allen and his thousands of self-penned songs, "Can you name TWO?" The answer would be "This Could Be the Start of Something Big" and, uh, uh, uh, "Gravy Waltz?" With Lou Reed, it would be "Walk On the Wild Side" and....uh, uh, uh, "Sweet Jane?" Something about heroin, maybe. Wanting to be black? Let me check the label and see what droning thing on "White Light" was his...uh...

But here's Rolling Stone telling you how great Lou was, and gosh, that great quote about how rock and roll shouldn't have more than two chords...

If you want to see what the lunatic fringe has been writing, here's an inane piece that has been syndicated into hundreds of (lazy, low-budget) newspapers via the WASHINGTON POST.

Wow, Lou Reed, the legend, the greatest, the most influential...produced ONE SECOND OF GLORY. That fanboy writer really needs a shot of heroin in his ass and a dick down his throat...anything to keep him from writing more articles like that.

Let's have a reality check. I was around back then and buying records and listening to FM radio, and NOBODY was that fucking keen on the Velvet Underground, even the late night disc jockeys. You could pick that stuff up pretty cheap. Somebody accurately wrote that their first album sold 30,000 copies..."but those 30,000 were to people who then decided to form rock bands." Maybe. But fortunately, they weren't all influenced to sound like the fucking Velvet Underground.

What, exactly, did the fucking Velvet Underground do that was so unique? Get a contract without having any real ability to play their instruments? To sing well? Hey, wasn't Leonard Cohen droning before Lou Reed? Wasn't Bob Dylan out there being noisy before this group of boho nitwits? Weren't there a whole bunch of black jazz artists singing about drug use? You really want to stick to this notion that a poseur like Andy Warhol, who made shitty movies and fooled the public with soup can "art" actually put together a great rock group? Warhol was a promoter, and the Velvet Underground was about fashion, decadence, the usual trivia. They just had enough authentic drug use and sexual perversion in the band to make people say "they aren't putting us on." Not completely.

Reed was an adequate session musician on budget record labels before Velvet Underground. He wrote some decent songs after, although most people don't even own a "greatest hits" on him. He was, among MANY, able to stand up on a stage and ooze a certain attitude...from bored hipster to zonked junkie. He was a better-than-average rock star, maybe, and certainly in anybody's Top 100 or 200 if you want to name someone worth a listen.

But MASSIVELY INFLUENTIAL?

That's what Rolling Stone wrote in the first line of their obit. MASSIVELY INFLUENTIAL!

Lennon was. Hendrix was. Even Lizard Queen Jim Morrison. NOT LOU REED.

This fact is being ignored, so that people can have something to feel good about feeling bad about. They want to eulogize. They don't want to say "By the way, also on Verve at the time was...Frank Zappa. Sort of an influential motherfucker, wasn't he?" As for influencing rock, nobody's going to mention The Troggs and others like them...mediocre garage bands making it on snotty attitude and droning chords. Of course not. Don't say the Velvet Underground listened to any of that...instead pretend they emerged totally unique, and that there was no druggy music out there (like George Harrison's sitar stuff on Sgt. Pepper or weird shit on the Rolling Stones' "Request" album). Funny, those shouting about the Velvet Underground the last few days didn't seem to mention the other vocalist on that first album: Nico. She sounded like a bored, off-key Marlene Dietrich but no, she was completely original, like Lou Reed.

It's been kind of surprising to see just how elevated into rock stardom Lou Reed was...when he had such few hits, when his competition was, at various times, anyone from Frank Zappa to David Bowie, and when he spent the last decade or so trying to re-invent himself as a Poe scholar (one who apparently bought into the trendy-if-insane notion that Poe died of rabies). Reed's death has been a fucking hurricane of tributes...when Jim Carroll died, it barely caused a fart.

To me, Lou Reed and the Velvet Underground deserve inclusion in any encyclopedia of rock (you're welcome). That they may have influenced a lot of assholes and publicity seeking eccentrics and novelty acts (the New York Dolls, Wayne-Jayne County etc.) is not necessarily something to be proud of. That Lou was grandpa to a Patti Smith or Jim Carroll, and some of his scent rubbed off on a Bowie or Iggy...fine. Death does sometimes turn someone into LEGEND. And if Lou Reed IS as influential as some of the maniacal, uneducated punks and come-lately bloggers say...well...you'll be seeing a few extra bi-sexual junkies with guitars over their shoulders and bumping into you at night wearing dark glasses and muttering self-important "get outta my way" grunts. My advice is when you see 'em coming toward you on the sidewalk...take a walk on the OTHER side.

Publicity for Lovable Lame-Ass RINGO

Ringo Starr, the least photogenic of The Beatles, has momentarily stopped releasing sound-alike CDs of hastily scribbled lyrics about Liverpool, being in the fab four, and how nice it is to enjoy life and play drums. Instead, he's pushing a "limited edition" (well, everything Ringo does IS limited in the number of copies sold) of a photo book. His biggest hit was "Photograph" after all, so a few extra iTunes downloads may be sold on the song.

But how do you promote a book that will mostly have pix of a homely guy, few shots of the Beatles that haven't already been seen, and some images that might only appeal to senile Scousers who want their memories refreshed on how their neighborhood looked?

OH...hey...here's a picture of a bunch of idiot Beatles fans who cut school and happened to be in a car that was alongside Ringo! Ringo took a picture! That's the hook. Let's find 'em.

"Gosh, I wonder whatever became of those kids..."

AHA!

NOTHING MUCH became of those kids. And it was a boring photo, too.

OK, there's always some morbid curiosity in contrasting a picture of anyone in their youth with how they look like now, but...

That's about it. The story of how they cut school is boring, and what they did with their lives is boring; almost as boring as every Ringo album over the last 30 years.

We forgive Ringo. He's only trying to dispose of a measly 2,500 copies of his book.

He's just trying to remind us that he's another of the surviving Beatles. No, not the one who can suddenly set up in Times Square and do a concert, or get on every TV show and actually still get the media to insist "THIS is his BEST album in YEARS. No kidding. Really. You won't be fooled again..."

My favorite part is that last throwaway line from Ringo, where he blandly says "How cool" to know what happened to these five kids (he apparently didn't even bother to call any of them or promise a personally autographed book). Instead he threw in a plug for his obscure dates in Mexico the land of violent drug cartels and diarrhea, with a vaguely arrogant remark about how he "won't be back" (or talking to the media, I guess) "until November (22) when we play two shows at the Palms in Las Vegas. I look forward to meeting them when I get back." If they pay to fly to Vegas? If you stop in New York first and "The Today Show" guarantees you a half hour of studio time to promote your book, hold your head lop-sided, grin and flash the peace symbol???

Go ahead, Mr. Starkey. Who can get THAT cynical about Ringo and his clumsy publicity stunt, or be disappointed that his albums have been so mild and forgettable? The man is over 70, and...RINGO.

And we all live in a yellow submarine, don't ya know?

"BANKSY" Is HITLER and the Daily News part of his S.S.

You remember Hitler. He nearly destroyed the world with his game plan: slowly take over everything, deny evil intent, scapegoat an easy target (Jews) and pretend to be nice Uncle Adolph for all who obediently follow him. Including Geli Raubel.

All these Internet cocksuckers...Assange, Kim Dotcom, DeVente, BANKSY...are following der master plan. Be evil, illegal, egotistic and obnoxious...but GIVE THE SHEEP WHAT THEY THINK THEY WANT.

Which is...an outlaw. A Robin Hood. A fucking Hitler who wears a cheap Santa Claus beard that droops under his nose to reveal his thick black mustache. But no no, he's not Hitler he's SANTA. He's not a greedy profiteer making money for himself, he's Kim Dotcom. He's not a neurotic driven by a need to be famous no matter what, or a sociopath who does what he does because he's a maladjusted evil bastard.

The NY Daily News has spent the past 30 days promoting "BANKSY" to the hilt, offering enthusiastic "where will he strike next" articles.

The NY Post, AM-NY and others, have run the "BANKSY GO HOME" stuff, and pointed out the insults this asshole has arrogantly hurled by spitting on the World Trade Center (with an image of it being blown up...disguised as a blooming flower...and by putting down the replacement building as not up to HIS idea of art.)

Take a look at the NY Daily News website, which scrawls down for not ONE but TWO disturbing feature articles on this Nazi:

Shall I compliment "BANKSY?" I'll say this for him...he is brilliantly twisted. Quite the accomplished sociopath.

How many others could actually take a thrift shop painting, add a NAZI WITH A SWASTIKA, and be instantly praised for it?

Now, to you and me, this seems pretty blatant. Here's a Nazi enjoying a pastoral moment in the country, contemplating, oh, Dr. Mengele's experiments, the acquisition of a lampshade made of Jew skin, or perhaps the joy of invading Poland. But to the Daily News, it's a joyous "Banksy strikes again!" and oh, what a charitable man...the $50 painting he bought from a homo charity thrift shop is now at an online auction, with a $153,00 bid that may rise to a quarter of a million. Hurry! Put in your bid! Sieg "BANKSY"! Sieg "BANKSY"!

"Housing Works is thrilled to receive such a generous donation from Banksy,” said a spokeswoman for the thrift shop chain, endorsing this Nazi art painting. Nobody over there knows that Hitler killed off as many homos as he could...pink stars for them in the concentration camps along with the yellow stars for the Jews.

Boasted "BANKSY" on his website:

“A thrift store painting vandalised then redonated to the thrift store," becomes VALUABLE ART. Ha ha ho ho hee hee. And more publicity for "BANKSY" when he sells more half-hour knockoffs and keeps the profits. "BANKSY" is now sought after like no other living artist on the planet. Why shouldn't he be an egomaniac? Why shouldn't he be proud that just as Hitler invaded Poland, HE invaded the United States and turned its greatest city into his own urinal? Anything he chose to piss...from childish stencils quickly painted on a wall to insulting graffiti spray words...was eagerly gulped down as soon as people knew he was a "Celebrity" and "famous."

"BANKSY" calls the painting “The banality of the banality of evil.”

That's shrewd pretension for you. No no, he's not promoting himself as the painter of a Nazi with a swastika. You peasant, what he's REALLY done is create a brilliant statement on Fascism, intolerance, and the killing of over six million innocent people!

Christ, why didn't Roosevelt and Churchill think like "BANKSY" and simply tell their people, "Hitler represents the banality of evil...and we're so far above that, we won't fight him. Instead, we will issue you all some spray paint and you can amuse yourselves by putting slogans on buildings."

Nevermind that this painting would appeal to skinheads, to antisemites and to other violent maniacs who feel they will be rewarded by a pastoral, Jew-free and homo world. And nevermind if some of them have Jewish blood, or sometimes suck cock while listening to their Wagner symphonies and Roger Waters albums.

See, the art world is not only ruled by phonies, like the fashion world, it's ruled by RICH phonies who have no brains. Most of them are dumbass women who married rich hedge fund dealers, stock brokers, and other paper-pushing dullards. These gold diggers never read a book, didn't do anything in school except sit in the back and titter and gossip, and have absolutely no taste in art or fashion. All they want to do is spend as much of hubby's money as they can on status symbols, especially flashy shit like fur coats and BANKSY art for the wall. They have to be seen at fancy galleries and some even still show up at a ballet or classical concert to show they appreciate the finer things. But most now are ready to let the ballet companies go broke and the opera companies go to hell, and sit front row for Brooooose instead, or the premiere of another Bono Broadway musical. Mostly they buy clothes, and sashay around at nightly parties, so they visit chi-chi Madison Avenue stores and the saleswomen parrot whatever Vogue tells them to sell. The idiots at the Daily News are not any better.

I doubt the writers of this drivel ever took an art class.

They DID watch a lot of TV, so guess what...instead of art references, they have a TV referene! They interpret this Naxi painting as "reminiscent of a 1969 episode of Rod Serling’s TV show “Night Gallery.” In an episode titled “The Escape Route,” a Nazi war criminal, haunted by past demons and confronted by a Holocaust survivor, finds solace in a serene museum painting."

Solace. Right. That's what the Nazi who buys this will find as well. He or she will put this "BANKSY" on the wall, proudly tell everyone how much was paid for it, and love the idea that the Nazi was not caught by Wiesenthal, not hung upside down and beaten the way Jews were, not even clapped into a cell for 30 days. Ahhhh, solace. Enjoying peace and quiet. A Nazi's reward.

One more thing. What did the Nazis like to do to Jews before they killed them? Tattoo a number on, to make sure that Jew was TAGGED. TAGGED like a building is by a graffiti artist.

The Daily News, in their never-ending promotion of "BANKSY," ran a long, long piece, full of photos, of "BANKSY" tattoos.

WHY JUST SNAP A PHOTO OF THE LATEST BANKSY PIECE WHEN YOU COULD WEAR IT ON YOUR ARM INSTEAD?

That's not a paid ad from "BANKSY" that's the caption to the Daily News story. Yes, while the rich bitch loonies pay $150,00 or more for a "BANKSY" painting that took him less than a half hour to make, the low class loonies pay a few hundred to get a dopey bit of "BANKSY" graffiti permanently etched in their skin. "Look at me, look at my NEW TATTOO...I'm a living piece of "BANKSY" art, not a living piece of shit with low self-esteem!"

INK-CREDIBLE the Daily News declares, happpy to keep promoting the art genius of the 21st Century. No question, the guy IS a genius at promotion...a genius at disguising his own greed as generosity...a genius at giving banal and bored bozos a thrill by playing hide-and-seek with the cops and presenting himself as another anti-authority Robin Hood...the guy who, once in a while, tosses a freebie while raking in the six figure pay days for himself. That's like John Gotti authorizing the murder of some honest family that didn't want to give him a cut of their concrete mixing business...but paying for their funerals. "Oh John Gotti, he paid for that poor family's funerals. No no, he denies he's Mafia, he denies he authorized a hit. He's a wonderful man. He tips the shoe shine boy $5. Oh, and I hear he owns a concrete mixing business that makes $500,000 a year in pure profit. Smart man..."

"BANKSY"-- smart man...

Camille Grammer Got Her Dumb Face Bashed By Her Boy Toy. AWW, TOO BAD

Look at it this way, vagina breath, it's GOOD PUBLICITY. You got your name in the papers. As well as your lumpy-ug face.

That's what's important to you...getting hooked up with some guy that you can ultimately trash as being SO beneath YOUR ROYAL SELF. You dumb douchebag.

Camille Grammer. If you don't like picking through trash, or reading about white trash, you might not fully recognize the name.

The bitch was married to chronic drunk Kelsey Grammer, the guy who starred as a pompous asshole in an annoying sitcom. In fact, two of them.

After she divorced the guy, she happily spread rumors about his sexual tastes, and grinned with delight when she parlayed her nastiness and vanity into "reality show" glory, via some "Real Housewives" barf-o-rama.

And then? Oooh, she got herself a Greek boytoy to fuck her ass. Until he messed with her stupid face. Feel sorry for her? Not a bit. She got what was coming to her...a vacuous vagina meets an equally air-headed and selfish dick. BANG.

She's posing with her bruises, which don't look that bad. After all, a media whore like this really isn't expected to look to good without her heavy make-up on. And look at that simian guy. That monkey-faced jackass with a brain full of feta cheese...THAT is attractive? Look, Camel-face Camille, you go find a boyfriend in the monkey house, expect he'll go ape shit on you. He figures he can do much better than some old bitch who is fading away from being a trophy. If he can't walk her around and have people buzz and whisper, "That's Camille Grammer...she's on a hit TV show..." then yeah, he'll hit her. That's what childish-minds do with toys they don't care much about...they have more fun breaking them than playing with them.

These two should have their heads shoved in a toilet and flush flush flush till their brains are washed clean and they can't remember their own names. Then they can go wander off to some posh beach and drown. "Not one of them would be missed..."

Assholes Who Owned Barking Dogs Got Themselves Killed

See, it's not ALL bad news...

Here's the feel good story of the month (ok, this being ghoulish Halloween October):

You know what one of the stupidest and most obnoxious forms of entertainment is?

OWNING A FUCKING DOG. That's what.

50% of people own a dog for the wrong reason. They don't want companionship. They aren't humane. They just want a fucking barking vicious beast to guard their stuff. They stick the fucking dog in a yard with a leash, and it yaps at anything that moves.

Another thing these neurotics like to do is play GOD. Right? You see this shit all the time. They don't walk their animal...they Nazi-march it. They yell at it, pull the leash, shout, and even beat the dog if nobody's looking. What they want is something that will fetch, heel, roll over, be a fucking sniveling drooling slave. And since dogs are genetically bred to be absolutely mindless and stupid, the dog is a Nazi's best friend.

50% of DOG OWNERS SHOULD NOT OWN DOGS.

The very word "own" should tell you how sick this is. You don't OWN a cat. You might be its guardian (to use a Jackson Galaxy phrase). The cat is independent. It's also not stupid enough to bark at a falling leaf and keep barking for the rest of the evening. And it won't give a fuck if a burglar comes in and takes your Beach Boys CD collection.

So...what happened in THIS situation?

Some poor guy who DIDN'T live in the city, and DIDN'T want to listen to the city bullshit excuse of "this is a city, expect noise..." fled to the suburbs....

....where every asshole owns a DOG for PROTECTION. A fucking loud barking goddam dog that these shit-for-brains selfish nitwits can't bother to train.

"For months....Michael Guzzo, complained to neighbors about the barking from homes all around him in the tidy Phoenix complex where a central courtyard looks like a tree-laden park, even putting up fliers on doors advising people of pet ordinances and fines.

On Saturday, police say, Guzzo went on a rampage, methodically killing his neighbors Bruce Moore, 66; his daughter, Renee Moore, 36; her husband, Michael Moore, 42....and Renee’s son, Shannon Moore, 17, along with the family’s two dogs.

Guzzo, 56, then walked across the courtyard and tried to kill more neighbors who had dogs.

Libni Deleon, 26, said that just a few months ago he returned home from work to find Guzzo standing by his back gate where his two dogs were on the patio barking. “He said, ‘Your dogs are barking. I’m here to live in peace,’” Deleon recalled. Moments after the killings Saturday, Guzzo went back to Deleon’s home and began kicking on the front door.

Libni Deleon’s wife, Vanessa, had just gotten out of the shower, grabbed their two children and ran upstairs to hide in the bathtub. Libni went toward the door as Guzzo blasted two holes through it, sending about 20 shotgun pellets into the walls at the back of their home. He ran upstairs to get his gun, opened the window and began to yell at Guzzo, who opened fire again before walking back to his own home to kill himself. “I feel pretty darn lucky,” Libni Deleon said."

Yeah, Libni asshole, you ARE. Guzzo could've been like some of the other mass-murderers we've read about...he could've had several guns and hundreds of rounds of ammunition. But Michael Guzzo probably realized that there would never be any peace because EVERYBODY just LOVES their POOCHIE-WOOCHIE, their DOGGY-WOGGY-WOO. Ha ha ha, look at how the two dog walkers hold the leashes tight as two moronic mongrels bark their guts up at each other. Isn't that CUTIE-WOOTIE! Ha ha ha! Oh, what, it's after midnight, and MUFFIN is in the backyard barking and barking and barking? Good girl! It might just be a squirrel, but it COULD be a boogie man!

Joni Flood, 27, speaks for every asshole in that Phoenix neighborhood. Sure, she knew that Michael Guzzo hated dogs:

“He hated them. But everyone here has dogs."

See? That's the excuse. EVERYONE HAS DOGS.

Which is like saying let's not give the kikes their rights...EVERYONE HATES JEWS. Let's deny the niggers...EVERYONE HATES BLACKS. Let's not have gun control...the MAJORITY LIKE TO OWN A GUN AND SHOOT ANYTHING THAT MOVES.

Guzzo was nuts? Who drove him nuts?? In a sane society, you respect the minority. A minority of people exposed to second-hand smoke will get cancer. So? We have anti-smoking laws anyway. A minority of people in the world are homosexual. They still have rights, and they are getting more rights all the time, including marriage.

Maybe a minority of people want peace and quiet. They should get it. They shouldn't have to never go to a movie theater because assholes are talking back to the screen. They shouldn't have to suffer sleepless nights because selfish morons want to party and won't go to a nightclub or shut their fucking windows. And certainly no human being should have to be constantly annoyed by the noise of fucking BARKING DOGS that yap and yap because their shit-for-brains owners don't train them right, or leave the fucking animal alone while THEY enjoy themselves and don't care what noise they inflict on their neighbors.

Dog owners, like cigar smokers, seem to be much more selfish and shitty than other people. They seem to get a real joy out of intimidating and annoying others. How many times have you seen some asshole with a giant vicious dog grinning as the dog lunges for somebody? "Ha ha ha, don't worry, he his BARK is worse than his bite! Haw haw haw!" You've seen this: a dog downer smugly marching down the street like Hitler, enjoying the power of making others flinch and move a safe distance out of his path...because HE has a giant dog in front of him as menacing as if he was carrying a machine gun. This is how a dog owner is: go ahead, step in my dog's shit, I don't clean up after it. I won't listen to anything you say and if you even talk to me my dog will jump on you.

That's like the cigar smoker who knows his fucking dick-shaped piece of shit in his mouth stinks...but he loves the power of offending people and showing off that he has money to burn.

ichael Guzzo had enough. He blasted two dogs AND four idiots right off the planet. Blasted them into silence...the silence they wouldn't give him out of courtesy and respect.

PS. Ya know what sent David Berkowitz on his killing spree as "Son of Sam." Yep. A barking dog.

Woof Woof. BANG BANG.

Simple-Minded PARIS HILTON Dresses up as Viley Virus

Jay Leno once said that an "eternity" was the time it took for Paris Hilton to answer one of his questions intelligently.

Look at her face. She is the stupidest looking bitch on the planet with her dull glazed eyes and that retarded mouth lamely smirking.

She has shit for brains.

The proof is that she thinks she can regain attention...by wearing the same outfit VILEY VIRUS wore on TV. How moronic is that? How unoriginal. Paris Hilton is ready to steal from another brain-dead pop moron just to get noticed!

The cocksucker became "a star," after all, for being too stupid to see she was being videotaped. Lucky for her, she was also too stupid to be shamed, and happily went from bathing in sperm to bathing in the spotlight. "Look at me, nothing embarrasses me, I'm rich and now...FAMOUS!"

One thing these two cunts have in common is an enraging sense of self. They tell the world that it's good to be a slut, good to have no inhibitions, good to be hedonistic, good not to care about anyone else...especially working parents who have enough problems without trying to explain to their daughters why it's OK for PARIS or VILEY to be selfish and disgusting but it's not something to emulate.

Paris Hilton steals an outfit and dresses up as Viley Virus because she has no taste and doesn't know right from wrong. She's the rich bitch who'd steal candy from a baby because she was too lazy to even ask the butler to order some from the corner store. And Viley? She's given an interview to Cosmopolitan bragging about how much FUN she has, and how everyone is SO jealous of her. That's the level of her delusion and bratty self-absorption.

Wise people say give to others, be respectful to your elders, and learn lessons of humility and charity. Cunts like Paris and Viley Virus sure ain't Mother Theresa. They aren't humanitarians. They aren't role models for a good and rewarding life or getting along with people. What they are, are freaks. They are among the few who have managed to sell the message that evil triumphs over good, and crime (including the sin of false pride) pays. Except...take a look at Lohan. At Bynes. At a long, long list of goodtime girls and vain actresses and singers who ended up overdosed and dead or divorced, fat and broke.

How attractive...Paris Hilton's lifestyle, Viley Virus's lifestyle. Until you see them fall over. Until you realize that both of them are ugly and stupid. That Paris Hilton's face wouldn't be out of place on the body of an ant eater. That Viley Virus looks like she should be playing Dennis the Menace in a movie at Hell's Octoplex.

Paris dressing up as Viley. Yeah, that's a Halloween nightmare. I wouldn't fuck her with Viley's sponge rubber finger!

It's called the VILEY VIRUS, that's all.

Oh, she's just a Miley Cyrus fan, ya know...

She just caught the disease, the VIRUS, which transforms young women into snotty, selfish, rude, vulgar CUNTS.

When the role model for young women is some grinning media whore and drug addict (Miley Virus), some out of control boorish lunatic (Amanda Bynes) or a chronic drunk (Lindsay Lohan), then don't expect today's college girl (or high school girl, or JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL GIRL) to be any different.

Now, how THIS became a front page news story, I have no idea. I guess "social media" is so fucking important, that anything "trending" in the world of Tweets, or any drunk chick who posts on "Fall on your Face book," automatically qualifies as newsworthy.

This dumb chick thought she was so cool, flipping the finger, being the mean girl, showing off how drunk she could get and bein' so BAD.

She thought that getting notoriety would get her admiration and fame for being AWESOME. It worked for Britney, Shitney, Witless, Twathead and the virus-carrying Miley and all the other carriers of the genes for destroying the brain cells of young people.

BUT...in this case, instead of happy chants of 'You go, girl!" she got disgusted rants of "You BLOW, girl." She was shamed for being a superficial snot with no morals or self-respect. Well, yeah, THIS drunken stupid cunt can't claim for a defense, "I'm MAKING MONEY!" Miley, Amanda and Lindsay can do that, as they carry their virus of excess and infect young women with the promise that they, too, can get rich and famous just by guzzling alcohol and sperm. This loser is almost sorry she made a spectacle of herself. Especially since her good-time antics actually got her arrested, which, gosh, is NO FUN. But...

...If she can parlay all this publicity into her own REALITY SHOW, she'll be smiling again, and prancing and preening around with grand pride.

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Had enough?

Too fucking bad. This is the 21st GAGA GAGA GAY GAY GAY GAGA GAGA GAGA GAY GAY GAY Century. Entertainment involves a skanky witch re-cycling Madonna's music. It means pandering to GAYS. Because we all know, any guy who sticks his tongue up another guy's ass, and also loves the taste of semen, HAS to be tasteful and HAS to know what's art, what's sexy and what's important in the world. Maybe you remember a time when gays were actually giving the world something to think about (Oscar Wilde, Tennessee Williams, Pavel Tchelitchew, Tchaikovsky...just to randomly recall writers, artists and musicians). Now the preening idiot gays are just out for tricks. They're into superficial idiot fashion, they're all about making spectacles of themselves with garishness and shrill cries of "we're here and we're queer," and their glee is rotten TV shows like 'Glee' and for pushing nauseating no-talents onto the pop charts, from Boy George to George Michael to cruddy Lady Gaga and to Cher who hasn't sung decently or chosen a worthy song since she became a gay icon in the 70's.

Lady Gaga goes into some gay club (oh, RESTRICTED...you can imagine the gays being tolerant of a straight in there...NOT). And she strips and makes a ridiculous fool of herself.

She doesn't realize how much gay men laugh at her and secretly hate her. SHE thinks that they worship her skinny dickless ugly frame. No, they don't. As they DO with all their icons, they secretly enjoy how unnatural, unfeminine and boyish and ridiculous the star is. The women they admire most are the ones that can be imitated by drag queens. In other words, gays like women who resemble MEN in some grotesque way. They admire women who have skinny mannish bodies and haircuts (Judy Garland, Edith Piaf). They admire women who are loud (Ethel Merman) and effeminate and pushy (Bette Midler) or grotesque parodies of beauty (Joan Crawford in old age) or sexless sour damaged goods (Bette Davis in old age).

Some gay guy looks at Lady Gaga and you know what he's thinking: "YOU are making a fool of yourself needing so much attention from GAYS, Fag Hag! You throw yourself at superior GAY MEN who wouldn't go near that fishy VAGINAL CAVITY of yours! Go ahead, pander to us, and show us how you don't have a penis. Poor sick girl, are you acting out some twisted psychodrama of penis envy? You desperately thrive on OUR jeery cheers of you for being a campy wreck...and maybe pretend we're straight guys who want to have sex with you...which is something straight guys do NOT want from you!

The balloon caption? Can you really deny that this is what Mr. Homo is thinking? The Tweet is REAL.

Women who are really ugly and skanky don't think they have many choices. They have to get drunk, be slutty, and just throw themselves at anyone who, for whatever reason, will pay attention to them. This "Lady Gaga" monster really does need all the paint and make-up and wigs and costume she can find, to make herself into ANYTHING worth a second look.

Christ does she have an ugly face.

She also has a gawky, crappy body, and unless she grows hair on that flat lump of cod she has for an ass, even GAYS don't really want to look.

Sorry.

If you're not a tween who likes Bieber and Viley Birus. If you're not black and into hip-hop. If you're not GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY....

Then the entertainment world really doesn't have much to offer you.

New York City to BANKSY: WE WISH YOU DEATH BY FIRE & EXPLOSION

What a wonderful headline it would be:

Obnoxious "Tagger" and Graffiti Faggot DEAD

Not just dead.

His fucking arms blown off and his body left to burn, slowly, till there was nothing but blackened ash.

THIS is what New York City wants for BANKSY, the gutless snot who had the nerve to come and use the Greatest City in the World as his publicity tool. He came to the city with the intent to break the law...but just in the gutless faggot way of hiding, sneaking around in the wee small hours, stenciling some shit on a wall, and tip-toeing on fairy feet back to whatever snickering bunch of art fops hide him.

This tasteless, selfish, greed-headed posturing poseur will do anything to get his stupid BANKSY name out there, and after a few mildly frolicsome little tweaks failed to get him the front page every day, he turned mean...just like a dickless queen. Bitchy, nasty dickless queen. Who else would call a building, rising from one of the most horrific terrorist attacks the world has ever seen, a "disaster."

No, Faggot Banksy, gutless queer who won't show his face, "disaster" isn't a building rising from the ashes, it's the ashes..the smoke...the smell of burned flesh, which was what 9/11's horrors were about, while YOU were off somewhere giggling like a schoolgirl and spray painting a wall.

In a desperate need to be even more of a moron than Miley Cyrus or Kim Kardashian, two women that Banksy admires for having more balls than he does, this asshole offered a snide, "looks like something they would build in Canada," limp-wristed huff about the new tower.

The coward thinks that all he'll get for his anemic snarkiness is more ink. No, with any luck he'll get a stick of dynamite up his ass. If there's karma in the world, he'll go to his stove for a cuppa, and it'll blow the fuck up in his face and his eyes will bounce from their sockets like popcorn, and his flesh will melt like sagging brown marshmallow going to ashy black, and his face will become a nauseating pile of meat that even a rabid dog wouldn't eat. Then he can sit in hospital for a few months with tubes in his throat and cunt, and only then, when he's moaning in agony like some of the 9/11 victims of fire and explosion, will he finally be granted what he deserves. DEATH.

The faggot coward BANKSY showed his true nastiness when, like a prima donna, he stenciled his selfishness on a building in the middle of nowhere (Greenpoint, Brooklyn), whining about his "BLOCKED MESSAGE," and inability to get the New York Times to publish a screed insulting the city and its buildings.

"I AM BANKSY."

Yeah? FUCK YOU. BANKSY is a nothing. A vanilla flavor-of-the-month, a total phony. Some con artist who uses stale concepts, witless graffiti, and the easy dodge of taunting people who have better things to do than chase a juvenile delinquent.

What's your next trick, faggot? Ringing doorbells and running away?

He/she comes to the Greatest City in the World, with thousands and thousands of target buildings in five boroughs and 24 hours a day to play pranks. And, like a spoiled child, when the adults got bored and stopped writing up every single silly spray-paint stencil, BANKSY threw a tantrum. The tantrum was to insult the rebuilding of the World Trade Center...as if this "tagger," this low-life street-trash ignorant spray-painter is an artist or an architect or in any way sophisticated and intelligent or educated enough to have a worthy opinion. It's like a maggot trying to be a dining critic.

If he/she spewed these bitchy, nasty World Trade Center put-downs earlier, the police, the REAL graffiti artists, and the toughest bastards in town...which is EIGHT MILLION TOUGH BASTARDS, would have had Banksy's ugly little pea-brained head on a stick.

Now he can get his sorry cum-dripping ass out of the country and FAST, and pray that customs officials don't take note of his REAL NAME on the passport, and have him detained and JAILED will he pays for every bit of clean-up of every speck of paint.

As it is, this spoiled brat is definitely at risk, for the rest of his life, which may not be very long, if he EVER, if he EVER shows his fucking face ANYWHERE on the planet. That means remaining in hiding FOREVER. No smirking and posturing at an art show opening. No getting on TV to snark and "outrage" with his faggoty opinions about art or fashion. No BANKSY skipping off to the bank to cash a big check.

You're at risk when you stencil the world trade center with an EXPLOSION.

The Daily News calls him a "famous tagger."

What's next for admiration? Famous rapist? Famous Traitor? Unfortunately, we're seeing fame transferred to an Assange, to a Kim Dotcom, an Edward Snowden, to any number of law breakers. There are fans of Manson, and people who write love letters to the Boston Marathon Bomber, and there's sure to be some Lindsey Vonn ready to suck O.J. Simpson's dick the minute he gets out of jail. Chri Browns beats the shit out of a woman and he's still a great celebrity, and so he goes on to get arrested for assault a few days ago. He thinks he'll get a humanitarian award for that shit? As Famous Hothead? How about Bieber, give him some honors, too, for being selfish and stupid.

Famous TAGGER?? That's a skill? That's talent? That's art? No, it's just another sick sign that witless, tasteless, creepy self-promoting poncing pests can become "famous for being famous." Only in this case, it's not Viley Virus or Kunt Kardashian using their own bodies to embarrass themselves for fame and fortune. It's a cowardly faggot defacing public property and then snarking and sneering about it with bilious ego.

This Art Nazi wants to smirk about thousands of people incinerated just for being in a building of commerce and international trade, doing their unglamorous jobs? For that he should be in an oven, slow-baking into ash.

New York City to BANKSY: WE WISH YOU DEATH BY FIRE AND EXPLOSION.

You know, just one of those freak accidents that happens to a freak. You turn on the gas and the stove explodes. That'll do, pig. That'll do.

Jo Brand? That's what Great Britain worries about now?

Let's stamp out all traces of the great British Humor Tradition! Oooh, look what veteran comic JO BRAND said. She JOKED about a ROYAL...

First off, how can anyone in the U.K. NOT LIKE Jo Brand? She's built like a cow. That reflects British women today, and the growing (like a butterball) number of obese young ladies blobbing up the countryside. She's also practically an institution, like Bedlam, so be grateful she's still alive.

The big new star in comedy is still Kate Millican. She's too lame to even think up a fairly feeble pun on somebody named Cutsem, and prefers housewife hack jokes...but everyone roars, because she's EVERY-BLOB, and how wonderfully she mirrors the populace. Female and under 40, she has a figure dumpier than female impersonator Dame Edna twice her age. And in pop music? Not everyone loves Katy Perry but they ALL ADORE ADELE. So, as they say in India, leave the cows alone!

Somehow, the fat's in the fire over a quip? You take what a comic says seriously?? About THE ROYALS?

What next? What if Jonathan Woss wemembers Lady Diana and sadly says, "I still gwieve for Diana. All she wanted was someone to wove. And she had the wog puwwed fwom under her." Ooh, can't say that Diana was ridiculously throwing herself at Pakis, Indians, Arabs and anyone who looked like he shaved with hummus in the morning.

A leader in the country of good taste, where tabloids are NEVER rude, calls attention to a joke that would be forgotten by now?

Yeah, yeah, we all know the truth here. Anna Sour-berry is just sticking a jab in on behalf of Boris Johnson, the REAL COMEDIAN of the U.K. He's jealous if anyone gets off a good one, since he's basically into sight gags. Just look at his face.

What is truly remarkable here, is that Anna Sour-berry is the DEFENSE MINISTER. Things going ok otherwise, Anna? As you ride your cotton pony of cranky red rage, do you notice how drug dealers are ruining even some quiet and rural towns in the U.K.? Do you notice how the Paki mobs and the white trash chavs and the poppy-growing Arab scum are rotting the minds of your people? What are YOU doing in defense of this? Watching a fat cow tell a bad joke?

Maybe Jo Brand shouldn't be working at all, right? Then she'd REALLY reflect your nation. Throw another aging white woman out of work and encourage the immigration of more psychotic non-Christians who'll bomb your churches, take over neighborhoods with their ingrate intolerance, point everyone toward Mecca or behead them in the street, and burn out the chip shops and replace them with mosques that hypocritically talk about peace while fomenting war.

Forget about a dumb chops 'em snorts 'em joke that Jo Brand could've hung on most any celebrity...and consider that laughing at a useless ROYAL is not your main priority in this dangerous world of poor economy and homicidal religious fanatics. Jo is JO-KING...while you're QUEEN is do-nothing, and you've got a prince who is to England what Mickey Mouse is to America...just a tourist symbol.

P.S., Mickey Mouse has never partied naked in Las Vegas. He was asked to drop his pants but he said, "Who'd give a rat's ass?"

OF sick-fuck BALTHOS ("Sexualizing the Young") and BONO

I think we can safely say that Balthus was a sick fuck. I'm sure whoever he fucked (he did marry a Japanese woman 35 years younger than himself) he either dressed or groomed her to look like a 13 year-old, or his thoughts had to drift toward images of young girls while he was screwing.

Take a look at this one, which I don't think is on exhibit at the Met!

It's called "The Guitar Lesson."

In the October 7th issue of "The New Yorker," reviewing the Met exhibit, PETER SCHJELDAHL noted:

"For more than six decades, until his death, in 2001, at the age of ninety-two, Balthus depicted young girls in gamy poses, attributing any perceived eroticism to viewers with unclean minds...Was Balthus a pedophile? His interest, if not lust, didn’t stir before his subjects’ pubescence, but it waned in their late teens. The show occurs at a cultural moment that is stretched between sexualizing the young and reacting with horror and anger to the lately abundant cases of their sexual exploitation. If you can shrug off that tension at the Met, I salute your detachment. I sure can’t. Balthus puts me in two minds, attracted and repelled, in search of a third. He strains the moral impunity of high art to an elemental limit..."

However, as I mentioned previously, there is no question that, unlike the self-absorbed fraud Banksy, for example, Balthus IS an artist. A sick fuck, but an artist. Balthus didn't have to be Banksy and stick graffiti on walls, pull pranks, nag the media with idiotic boasts or deliberately and relentlessly push his blatantly obvious publicity stunting in order to get attention. That's because Balthus was an original, and he could paint. Banksy has to rely on gimmicks and hype.

When Balthus died in 2001, not only did the funeral attract the kind of gliteratti that Banksy's snake-like tongue is sniffing for (Elle Macpherson and Cartier-Bresson for example), but actual royalty. Prince Sadruddhin Aga Khan was there, and so was the President of France among others.

Oh yes, and there was music at the event. BONO sang for the mourners. The sick fuck. If BALTHUS had pedophiliac fantasies, BONO's are probably in the area of the necrophile. After all, anyone who likes his music has to be dead from the neck up, so he might concentrate on whatever's left from the neck down.

BANKSY - FUCK OFF OR DROP DEAD, STREET SHIT FAGGOT

Hey Banksy, FUCK OFF or DROP DEAD. Either will do.

WHO do you think you are? You're lucky you haven't gotten your ass kicked in New York City, but that's because you're a fucking faggot coward who won't show his ugly dogshit face in public.

Now you're a STAR? A street-shit Graffiti fuck? YOU? A STAR? YOU deserve to have an op-ed in the Times?

Why? Who the fuck are YOU? Just a yellow belly who decided to come and prank? FUCK YOU. EAT SHIT AND DIE.

THESE are simple terms a dickwipe punk like you can understand. You couldn't understand anything a little more complex, any more than you could paint something as complex as a Seurat. Any more than you could do anything original, actually.

I wouldn't even read your shit editorial, Bugsy.

You don't like the new World Trade Center? Design a better one. Build a better one. Can't, right? Because you could only put glue and wooden ice cream bar sticks together. Same way your art sucks as badly as you do, cocksucker.

New York has gone soft, has it? You just show your fucking face somewhere, and see how soft YOUR FACE BECOMES.

New York wasn't too soft a few days ago, shitface, when you couldn't go spray paint your crap because of "too much police activity" for your liking. And that's an off-day, faggot. An OFF day. Keep it up, stay in town, and you will be permanently in Woodlawn Cemetery, with spray paint on your tombstone. Graffiti artists hate your chicken-liver guts for what you've done in New York...and the more you run your mouth, the more you're gonna run piss down your leg, faggot, because you will be SO FUCKING SCARED.

You're lucky that there's an election coming up in a few weeks and Mayor Bloomberg is heading out of office. He has better things to do than assign a few detectives to find you and arrest you. He thinks you suck:

The more you're known in New York, the more you're hated. You're a pretender. You're shit. You're part of the faggot posturing art world of phonies and fakes, and no talents and infante terrible titmice.

Let me put this as pleasantly as I can. If I ever met you, I'd knock every tooth out of your fucking head, and hand them back to you and ram them down your throat. Then I'd tell you that New York City is tough. Tougher than you are. Nobody's taken you too seriously with your faggy artsy-fartsy garbage. Stick around and piss people off a little more. GO AHEAD, "BANKSY." You fucking dick wipe.

You've committed criminal acts in New York that could get you jailed with a fucking dick in your ass for 60 days or even a year. You'd like that, Banksy-fag? At the moment the city's still considering you nothing more than an overgrown publicity seeking juvenile-delinquent pussy...as much of a crackpot as the guy who dresses as Elmo and screams in Central Park, or the old bag who wears a saggy bikini and calls herself "The Naked Cowgirl" in Times Square. THAT is your level, THAT is what New York City thinks of you. But the more you run your mouth, the more you spray your paint, and the more you disrespect the people of New York, the greater the odds that you will find yourself splattered on a sidewalk and unable to get up.

You're a millionaire, and that's still not enough for you. So you hire a truck to haul around your silly sculptures and nonsense...your Ronald McDonald sculptures and stuffed cows and some Halloween grim reaper that looks like it came from a trick shop. None of this stupid shit got you the attention and money offers you wanted? So you went back to your oh-so-edgy spray painting? FUCK YOU. There are plenty of spray painting hoodlums in New York who are a lot edgier than YOU. As in box cutters. As in ninja stars. As in razor blades, you dumbfuck. You are lucky to be alive.

A few graffiti artists spraying over your garbage is the MILDEST thing that's happened. Now you're painting walls and protesting that the New York Times wouldn't publish some drivel you wrote? As if YOU are a thinker, a real celebrity, or anyone of worth? You fucking twerp.

HOW DARE YOU come into New York City and think you can snicker and play your fairy Hide-and-GO-Seek game and keep getting more and more arrogant and bratty? YOU need a spanking, you obnoxious little shit.

Every day assholes get killed for just looking at somebody the wrong way...and you're too much of a dumbfuck cocksucking panty-waisted little posturer to know it? You have the fucking AUDACITY to paint over walls and throw tantrums because you didn't get ALL the publicity you wanted, and because the New York Times didn't think your self-important piss-mouthed drooling was fit to print? FUCK YOU, you testicle-challenged gutless rabbit. FUCK YOU, hiding from sight and tittering like a schoolgirl. FUCK YOU, and your hissy fits and your games. The cops, the graffiti artists, and a whole lot more are now sick and fucking tired of being chumps for your publicity game. There were some slow news days and you got lucky. DO NOT COUNT ON THAT ANY LONGER.

This city doesn't need you for entertainment, you are NO artist, and you are now a boring brat about to be slapped down or WORSE.

GET THE FUCK OUT OF TOWN while you still have legs.

BALTHUS would be ARRESTED AS A PEDOPHILE

His name? Balthasar Klossowski. He was known as BALTHUS. He loved to paint young pussy...pubescent girls. With cats.

This was back in the 40's when painters were kind of pop stars...their latest works were viewed like the latest hit single or hit movie...OH, a new one from BALTHUS...gotta take a look!

But...not so fast. This IS pretty prurient-interest stuff, huh?

Upskirt peeping...

And let's take a look at this lewdie...which features what was probably the Miley Cyris of her day...

There's a brand new picture book featuring all the Balthus "Girls and Cats" AND there are several rooms full of 'em at a new exhibit at the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

(Note to Internet Surfers: a "museum" is a place where you can GO and SEE actual FULL SIZE works of ART. These are often called "PAINTINGS" and were done using OILS on a CANVAS. But you can stay home and download the pictures and save them as jpgs, and not have to worry about having an emotional reaction to seeing something larger than your tablet screen.)

Back to the premise. Do you suppose anyone could get away with actually doing this stuff now? While almost "anything goes" in our sick society, and Miley can twerk, and a half-baked no-talent bitch can write her "50 Shades of Gray," and Justin Bieber can grab his crotch in front of tweens...an artist who might draw, paint, or take a photograph like the above...would be in SERIOUS trouble.

I think this is because as long as there's such a word as PEDOPHILA (or PAEDOPHILIA), people can feel good about being perverted and immoral about EVERYTHING ELSE. The maniacs who used to make and enforce our laws, and the psychopaths who've broken those laws and gotten "edgier" about what's x-rated, all seem to agree that "all is permitted" as long as we protect the children. Somewhat.

In other words, the villagers can light their torches and go after Rolf Harris, or curse the memory of Jimmy Savile, and revile ex-WNEW DJ Dave Herman...so we can turn a blind eye to anything "consenting adults" feel like doing...and which we end up having to see on our front page (thanks, Miley), or unexpectedly deal with in some R-rated "comedy" (can't get enough poop and fart sight gags). And let's not forget the Great Google, where Blogspot bloggers can offer all kinds of stolen downloadable porn as long as you tick a box saying you're over 18 even if you're not. Is there a teenager or adult out there who doesn't now what S&M is, or "Scat" or bukkake? My my, how decadent and edgy! But as long as it's not a nude painting of a 12 year-old, we're FINE.

In other words, Balthus would get his ass kicked if he tried to sell this stuff today.

Ironic isn't it, that 70 or 80 years ago, people knew the difference between "art" and "prurient interest?" Nobody could paint a scene of some chick being whipped, or blowing a guy, or being gang banged with a bukkake finale...but a simple if erotic nude image of a young girl? That was ok. Even full frontals (which you can see in the book or at the exhibit).

People knew what "art" really was.

But do you think that if Balthus was a 20-something artist, and put this stuff out there...he'd be told that he's no Banksy? That it's one thing to spray paint your "tag" on a public wall but quite another to painstakingly create a painting of a nude girl and her cat?

Nobody's demanding you be over 18 to go see the Balthus exhibit at the Met. There's no BANKSY in the Met, either. This might make the Metropolitan Museum one of the few sane places a tourist can visit.

Suicide Stupidity: Her Parents Wouldn't Let Her Use...FACEBOOK

This is called "thinning out the herd." Or, the Lemming Syndrome. Anyone idiot enough to commit suicide over Facebook has about as much of a future…as anyone who is ON Facebook.

The most interesting part of the article is the news that India has a high suicide rate. This is probably from the tech support people who keep hearing, "You don't know what you are talking about. What's with the idiot accent? Where the fuck are you, India? I thought so! Why don't you kill your useless fucking self?"

We haven't heard much about India since "Slumdog Millionaire" came out. All we know is that it was once semi-controlled by the British, it has some beautiful buildings and culture, it's overrun with beggars and filth, most everyone who has a job at all is working phones and giving tech support from a script, and they LOVE to gangbang children and tourists. And one teenager was on Facebook and isn't anymore. As Gandhi said after he was fatally shot, "Oh dear."

It's tough being a parent. What do you do, when your kid has developed ADD by the age of 6, and is impatient with coloring books, Disney cartoons, or music that doesn't have a rap beat to it? What do you do when the child is obese at 7, doesn't like sunlight, is a "gamer" who only does sports by using a joy stick, and by the age of 12 has seen more naked boobies and ass than Hugh Hefner has in a lifetime? Don't worry, by age 13 or 14, the kid will either be abducted by a friend, relative or minority group member (or, trifecta, all three), commit suicide, or be killed by a classmate.

You're better off raising a Chia pet. The odds of a kid surviving to adulthood are not too good, and the ones that do survive, are not adults at all, they are monsters...they are mutants who don't understand morality, don't appreciate the natural things in life, and spend their time being anti-social loners doing downloads, APPS, watching "edgy" vampire movies and gorging on junk food. If they DO have a social life, it involves bulling the anti-social loners, texting and sexting, yapping on a cellphone, and spreading social diseases while half-looped on meth or ecstasy.

Will it get worse? Sure it will. Kids in the future will be so lazy and dumb, they'll plagiarize somebody else's suicide note and post it via Instagram.

From there, it might get picked up on some blog, or the Huffington Post. It'll get maybe one comment, a troll typing in two words: "Who Cares?"

Win The Lottery Or Take it Up the Ass at YouTube

Here's a happy looking shit-face.

What's he so goggle-dazed and fuckwittedly cheerful about?

OH.

This is TAY, who, like the asshole William Hung on "American Idol," and like that fat fuck-up with his stupid "Gangnam Style" dance that everybody laughed at, HE was a one-hit wonder with some piece of shit song or other. "Diarrhea Rain," wasn't it?

CNN reports that the best get-rich-quick scheme on the Internet isn't sending spam e-mails from Nigeria, or throwing every Beach Boys song on a blog with a link to Fuckyhshare or Megaplopload or some other "we steal from the artists and give you some pennies" cloud service. You're supposed to...work, work, work, finding inane novelties to post to YouTube. That'll make you a millionaire.

Which is like telling every illiterate twat-faced housewife to knock off a "50 Shades of Gray." It's THAT EASY.

Just make a fucking fool of yourself like THIS dimwit, Mr, Benzine, pulling faces and appealing to 20,000 or 30,000 easily amused cretins.

The CNN piece says THIS guy (Mr. Benzine, aka "Wheezy Waiter") is making a living on YouTube. Oh, really? Consider that 30,000 viewers would get you canceled if it was a local radio show. Consider that YouTube does NOT pay anything until your video reaches five or six figures, and pays mere PENNIES, to anyone who isn't a Viley Virus and has a viral video scoring MILLIONS of hits. Also consider that nobody is watching YouTube and can verify the number of hits...you just TRUST IN GOOGLE.

Let's read more of this promo bilge from an Internet website log-rolling for another Internet website...

That's about enough, isn't it? You like the taste of YouTube Kool-Aid? You don't know by now that the weasels who run YouTube (ie, Google) are worse than Jim Jones ever was?

Sure, join the cult. Join Scientology with their promises of happiness, and they take all your money, turn you into a zombie-slave in a compound beyond reach of the police, and your life is over. Join Jim Jones in his brave new world and when it collapses, drink his poisoned Kool-Aid and think that you'll all have a happier life in heaven. Shall I mention David Koresh? Kim Dotcom? Adolph and Benito?

Back to YouTube, those kind and generous drones who work for GOOGLE...the ones that are always looking out for YOUR interests...

Did you hear the rumors that YouTube will be getting MORE loaded up with "make money for Google" ads? Yeah, you want to check out the latest hilarious viral video of Viley Virus twerking an elephant's trunk, and you'll have to endure pop-ups, "crawls" at the bottom of the screen, a few banner ads, and maybe a 30 second wait before you see anything at all except the fucking Geico Gecko.

Oh yes...and Google is considering CHARGING PREMIUM for seeing certain high-profile YouTube accounts at all. In other words, they want to go to the same terrorist tier game that cable companies like Time Warner use. Oh, we'll give you THIS shit for free, but THAT shit...get your credit card out and sign up!

Now, the rest of this CNN shill piece offered more "get rich quick" come-on crapola. I've edited it down...here are just a few testimonials CNN found, that make you think that wasting your life hoisting shit on YouTube will pay off:

CONJOB TESTIMONIAL #1:

The Denton, Texas, YouTuber who only goes by the name Laina hit it out of the park with her very first video parodying "Beliebers." It made her an Internet meme for what became known as the "Overly Attached Girlfriend" face, which earned her more than 844,000 subscribers, a full-time YouTube career that pays her bills, and an invite to appear on "Late Night With Jimmy Fallon."

For Laina, comedic YouTube videos come naturally. "To be honest, most are done in a day," she admitted. "I generally come up with an idea the day before, or maybe not even that early, and I write, record, and edit all in the same day. And to be honest, I've found that that's usually best."

CONJOB TESTIMONIAL #2:

"Double Rainbow" fan Vasquez was invited to appear at a high school in Iceland after his video got 38 million views. "They toured me around the country, made me a festival where they sang, danced, did a play, made me a mural and a throne to watch it all. The parents came out, they made me protector of the student body, decorated the school in rainbows and after the performance surrounded me, hugging and kissing me like I was a king." "AdSense alone pays my phone and Internet bill," he said.

"I was a starving artist, for six years, prior to going viral, I made $6,000 a year or less breeding dogs, doing photography, eBay and cutting firewood. When I went viral, money started coming in from TV ads that I was in, the Gregory Bros. 'Double Rainbow' song, (which I still get checks from), licensing my videos, and public appearances."

YEAH.

Think like a 13 year-old. Try and figure out what 700,000 or more utter MORONS are going to want to see every fucking day. Don't for a minute think you'll burn out in a month, or that the fickle "YouTube community" will suddenly turn you off, spam you, call you a bore, or even hack your Facebook and Twitter if you happen to say or do something they don't like.

Goggle-faced jackass "Benzine" insists...

"There's a deeper connection between the creator and the audience than with traditional media...YouTubers are talking directly to the camera. This gives the audience a sense that they are talking directly to them.

"We're in the middle of a time of big change in the entertainment world. This could turn into something even bigger or I could be left in the dust. I don't know. I'm enjoying the ride, though."

Enjoy being one in a million, wombat boy, the same way one in a million has diverticulitis.

We all know the truth. The music world, the book world, the film world, the fucking YouTube world or the Lotto creeps...they'll dangle any kind of carrot or brass ring, and they'll make it glisten. Just handle enough fertilizer and you'll get that award winning rose; get stung by enough bees, and you'll enjoy the sweet life selling honey...just work real hard every day "building up" your Tweets or your Facebook friends and you'll become FAMOUS. Just provide a ton of free entertainment on YouTube and it'll become your career!

Oh. And nevermind that if your YouTube post gets 1,000 or 5,000 or 10,000 hits, you will NOT get a PENNY. Just keep going. While Google is making money every step of the way.

Mmmmmmmmmm, KOOL-AID. Don't mind that strange after-taste. That's the cynical voice telling you "DON'T FALL FOR IT." But the drug is already in the system. Internet greed is in your veins. You've got the same goggle-eyed dazed look like that little monkey Tay has in the photo above. Like Scientology, if you reach the top levels of GOOgle, life is GOOd. You're a GOD. But everyone further down on the Pyramid, God help you.