Darwin Porter -- Publishing's Biggest Turd disses Jackie Kennedy Onassis. Liar Deluxe mates with London Daily Fail

What a surprise. Here comes some bloody cunt from the London Daily Fail, falling over her tampon string to get at the computer and breathlessly announce a new turd sizzling out of the asshole of Darwin Porter.

There have always been "renegade" publishers...cynical bastards chuckling over just how far they can go with their hideous lies. I've known a few of them, and I've even met this turd Porter once. The underside of publishing ain't pleasant.

Fact is, there are a lot of cynical scum who sleep very soundly after spending a day twisting headlines, misinterpreting photos and cheerfully attributing "unnamed sources" or "a close pal" with salacious quotes about a star.

I've watched it countless times...editors and publishers with an evil gleam in their eye, as they get their jollies by insulting and degrading their betters, and "putting one over" on gullible readers who don't know any better. Their tricks include searching for a photo where the celebrity blinked and her eyes are half closed...and screaming "Here she is...drunk again! Look at how she can't keep her eyes open." Weasels like Porter seem to maintain lists and pick on all the stars who won't dignify idiot gossip and won't get into a battle that'll give more publicity to their enemies. "Gosh," say the morons, "if it was false, the star would've sued, so it's gotta be true." No, it's that stars know that only the most outrageous lies...which can be proven to have hurt a career or cause a suicide attempt or something...will ever get action from a judge. And the money awarded in damages is usually minimal.

You can guess what the outrageous lies from Darwin Porter got from readers at the London Daily Fail...a whole lot of "no better than she should be" huffs and sneers. "Oh, that Jackie O, we all knew it. Of course she had sex with JFK and ALL his brothers." Of course she jumped into bed with every dead celebrity Darwin could think of, from Brando to Holden. Of course, Of course. "Eww, that's the classy Jackie Kennedy?" the cows who read the Daily Fail comment. The idea that Porter could be telling lies? Impossible. He's an author. He's published. That makes it true.

Only he IS the publisher. The company ONLY publishes Porter books. It's a two man operation...two parasites. They've got quite a racket...write fiction, make it as outrageous as possible, and call it fact. Or...don't call it fact, just let everybody "assume" it's fact. Porter could easily claim,"Oh, it was fiction. A pun. A palindrome..." whatever...but he doesn't have to, because American law says that once you're dead, you can't be slandered or libeled. Your estate can't do a fucking thing about a book...even a piece of garbage...because it's protected. If Porter started selling Jackie t-shirts, he'd get sued because her likeness is owned by her estate. But selling a Jackie book? No. That's "journalism" and "fair use" and legal.

Over at Amazon, he gets scorchingly negative reviews that scream at him for being such a vicious liar. Does he care? Of course not. He's got quite a racket. Every rotten book he writes sells to stupid people, and bitches like the London Daily Fail cunt, are quick to point and say, "Porter, author of 20 books..." as if quantity means quality. As if any of them ever got an award or a good review in any major newspaper. (I've gotten good reviews in major newspapers).

Fucking idiocy. I know all about it. As I said, I've observed weasels in publishing...I've turned down some of their more rancid ideas on what kind of books or articles I could do for them. I'd rather die than write the kind of books Porter's written. I've spoken to people who've known some of the celebs he's sullied, and they've shaken their heads at his nerve...and at his incredible ineptness, too. Porter will state X fucked Y at Z location...when a simple check of facts would prove that X never knew Y and was on the other side of the world at the alleged time of the incident, not at Z location.

But why go on. Caroline Kennedy will be shielded from ever seeing this shit, and Porter will be busy in a few months scanning the obits for the next atrocity...or maybe he'll go re-hack Marilyn Monroe or James Dean. But one day he'll pick on somebody...Cobain or Lennon or whoever...and say the wrong thing, and an irate fan wikll knock his fucking teeth down his throat. Maybe he'll pick on the great Princess Diana and the same stupid Daily Fail readers who are snickering about what a slut Jackie is, will suddenly be shocked, SHOCKED, and outraged at the story of Diana being a sandwich between Elton John and David Furnish, or the time she gained revenge by seducing Camilla's horse, or how she and Dodi masterminded 9/11. Don't laugh...because Darwin Porter does. I'm sure he gets a great kick out of the cruelest and most obnoxious lies his pea-brained mind can think up.

I thought about ignoring the prick...because any publicity is good publicity. Any time there's a headline with his name involved, stupid people are prone to simply go "Hmmm, Darwin Porter...I remember the name..." They don't realize the words DARWIN PORTER are spoken with the same contempt as ADOLF HITLER, or BAD BREATH. As soon as I saw the fucking headline in the London Daily Fail...I instantly thought, "OK...this has to be another Darwin Porter farce." And it was. You can smell this guy's work a mile away. And I wish he was a mile away and six feet under.

Maybe somebody, after Porter's been murdered, will write an amusing "tell-all" book in the Porter style, with all kinds of colorful anecdotes. Like how Porter topped Charles Laughton at sucking shit-covered cocks, and was once gang banged by John, Robert and Teddy Kennedy lookalikes. How about how he wrote his books while dressed up as Gloria Swanson?

How about the gossip of the time he swallowed a quart of sperm as it gushed from Rod Stewart's ass? Or how Led Zep band members made him slip his tiny dick into a sardine's ass, fuck it, and then eat it? How about how he'd acquired Ramon Navarro's Oscar statuette and used it to bugger himself with it on the anniverary of Ramon's murder...which he actually contracted two guys to commit?

Oh it's so easy to write things that the readers of the LONDON DAILY FAIL would believe. You can just see their comments. Things like, "I was walking my dog Muffin, while reading that piece about that horrible Darwin Porter. I believe almost all of it. One thing I know is a falsehood, as I was the one who drank all the sperm out of Rod Stewart's ass. I did it in record time, too...in the three minutes it took for me to play a Matt Munro single I acquired at a boot sale..."

Nah, why write about Darwin after he's dead? Just knowing his corpse is dust in the wind...will be enough.

World's Most Overrated Poet Dies at 86

If your idea of poetry is to glue a few Hallmark cards together, or convert an editorial into "blank verse," then this IS a sorrowful day.

And if you're Black, it's almost as bad as the day the Great Mandela died.

Maya Angelou's caregiver found that she had died. Some caregiver. I haven't read the details, but apparently Angelou was well enough not to need constant attention. Or so she thought. Well, people do drop dead, and not just because somebody asks them to. Which I didn't. In this case. I just wished she'd shut the fuck up.

Maya Angelou was to poetry what the Whitman sampler is to candy. Maya Angelou's poetry was a lot like Bill Cosby's sweaters...sadly garish without any real distinguishing taste. At best, you might say her poetry was like Marc Chagall's paintings...gruesome, overdone, overbaked, very kitschy, but acceptable because her people, like Chagall's people, needed somebody to brag about. Although with Chagall, there actually were a lot better Jewish painters and artists to choose from. A lot.

Because she was Black, with a capitol B, Angelou was given the honor of reading a poem at Clinton's inaugural. Bear in mind, that NO POET except Robert Frost ever got such an honor. The idea of a "poet laureate" seemed to have been brought back just to accomodate Maya Angelou, Black Poet.

Let's be charitable; poetry went down the toilet with the death of Sandburg and Frost. It turned into an "anyone can play" field of pretenders and pseudo-intellectuals. There were a few exceptions...beat poets who were playful if not artistic (Ginsberg, Rexroth, Ferlinghetti, Hollo). Sadly, poems, like modern art paintings, became like an elephant's anus, a stinky but dry area located SO high up as to be far above the ordinary person. So when the ordinary person reads bad poetry, or looks at a canvas of splotches or a soup can and says, "what assholes did this," the answer is, "oh, you're so BENEATH the assholes you don't recognize that this is really good shit..."

Pick up any issue of "The New Yorker," one of the few outlets that pays and prints poetry, and you'll read God-awful drivel, most of it making absolutely no sense. The major poetry magazines? The same. Early in my career, I published some poetry...sort of to my surprise, because my poems did make sense, and were pretty good...and most of what else was in each issue was mystifyingly obscure and worse...boring. Since I was usually paid in copies, or given what they called an "honorarium," (token payment that might be enough to buy dinner for me and a date), I moved on to more lucrative writing.

"They" (professors, intellectuals, clique-ridden editors) have taken all the joy out of poetry. They've taken all the challenge out of it, too, but then again, after e.e cummings and Vachel Lindsay and Ginsberg, what the fuck else could poets do except be kitschy like Angelou, or just be obscure and turn poetry into something akin to a bad Scrabble game.

America, for right reasons and wrong reasons, began to advance "colored people" in the 40's and 50's. Mostly it was up to white Liberals...to promote Marian Anderson and Paul Robeson and Leontyne Price...proving that blacks didn't just have to sing and dance (Louis Armstrong, Sammy Davis Jr.) to be considered artists. In the literary world, James Baldwin was tabbed for his guilt-producing books like "Blues For Mr. Charlie," and he was right on the shelf with the white Mr. Griffin's "Black Like Me," an expose of cruel (and I'm not being sarcastic) white society in the South.

So how about the white poetry world? Let's have some color. Let's have a Negro. Maya Angelou was a perfect choice with her Miriam Makeba hats and dignified scowl. That she had some skills, corny as they could sometimes be, helped her become one of the country's most respected black females (till Oprah came along).

No kidding...before Oprah and her sad-but-uplifting story of a bad childhood and all the rest of it, there was Maya Angelou, who began writing autobiographies about herself and setting herself up to be a perfect example of the long-suffering and now triumphant African-American. A highlight for readers, was her recollection of being raped at the age of eight, and then going mute for five years. Little Marguerite Ann Johnson grew up to have a child at 17, take menial jobs from streetcar conductor to prostitute to fry cook, and became just another song-and-dance Negro (easily cast in any production of "Porgy and Bess"). In an age of "exotica," and albums by Yma Sumac and others, the ex-Johnson, now MAYA ANGELOU, put out a record called "Miss Calypso," and continued her show biz career through the 50's.

She wrote as well, and was a member of the Harlem Writers Guild and eventually had her big break in the Civil Rights late 60's, when she published her first autobiography, "I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings," and became the darling of the respect-and-feel-sorry-for-her white community. She also sold to the small but growing black community that looked for their own literary culture figures and resented the notion, still gruesomely popular, that Negroes did not read. Or know how to read. Maya Angelou became the country's most visible black female writer. Then she started tossing "poetry" around and that was swallowed, too...although some critics stood firm that her autobiographies were ok but her poetry wasn't. But even a best-selling writer isn't that secure financially, so she found her way into Academia and happily accepted a lifetime position at Wake Forest University...teaching, lecturing, and of course writing more and more poetry...which sure as hell is less time-consuming than novels.

It's really the poetry that's led to this screed. Writing self-serving autobiographies that made her a legend in her own time...fine...that's an American tradition. And people love sad stories of misery and triumph. But the damn poetry. Damn! And it's that doggerel, the platitude-filled sappy misuse of easy and corny symbolism about trees and rivers...that people have been simpering about on Twitter and Facebook and in the press. Oh, that uplifting poetry...more enduring than McKuen and more profound than Gibran...

No doubt in the days ahead, America will raise the bar in dutifully mourning the Greatest Poet of the Past 50 years, and daring anyone to say otherwise. "She, like Jackie Robinson, broke the color line, and fought the good fight, and paid the price..." Sure. Like Michael Sam broke the "hetero line" in the NFL. No, he did it because he was adequate, and the St. Louis team owner, not gay, thought it would be a Liberal thing to do and the right to do, and it would get him a lot of publicity. What I'm saying is that all the screaming and knocking on the door would have done Jackie and Maya and Michael no good at all, if people were still backward and racist and refusing to open the door. Whites opened the door. Carrie Nation broke down doors with an ax...Maya didn't. Malcolm X didn't even do that.

Why is it nobody reveres Branch Rickey? This was a white fat cat (literally) who decided he'd risk the ire of ignorant fans by putting a black guy on his wonderful Brooklyn Dodgers. HE broke the color line as much as Jackie Robinson did. But let's not go there, black girlfriend...

Now back to THIS black girlfriend.

Maya's most poetic line might be the title of her book, "I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings." It's right up there with such profundity as "Arms too short to box with God." But it's not terrible. There's little of that kind of thought or original symbolism in the irritating inaugural poem/screed/editorial that all the simpering Liberals stood around nodding their solemn heads to on a cold day in Washington, D.C. This...IS her most famous poem! She even won a Grammy Award for her recitation.

And it's so bad. SO bad.

PS, when I was first eligible to vote, I registered as a Liberal. As much as I make fun of some of their stereotypical wimpiness, I still identify with Liberals, over the tea party and Limbaugh and other idiots. But that doesn't mean I buy at the Liberal Kool-Aid counter, and accept bad taste and watered down foolishness all the time, including the notion that Maya Angelou is any kind of great poet.

You can judge for yourself.

Here's the "GREAT" poem:

A Rock, A River, A Tree
Hosts to species long since departed,
Marked the mastodon.

The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
Of their sojourn here
On our planet floor,
Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.

But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
Come, you may stand upon my
Back and face your distant destiny,
But seek no haven in my shadow.

I will give you no hiding place down here.

You, created only a little lower than
The angels, have crouched too long in
The bruising darkness,
Have lain too long
Face down in ignorance.

Your mouths spilling words
v Armed for slaughter.

The Rock cries out to us today, you may stand on me,
But do not hide your face.

Across the wall of the world,
A River sings a beautiful song,
It says come rest here by my side.

Each of you a bordered country,
Delicate and strangely made proud,
Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.

Your armed struggles for profit
Have left collars of waste upon
My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.

Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
If you will study war no more. Come,

Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
The Creator gave to me when I and the
Tree and the rock were one.

Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
Brow and when you yet knew you still
Knew nothing.

The River sang and sings on.

There is a true yearning to respond to
The singing River and the wise Rock.

So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
The African, the Native American, the Sioux,
The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
They all hear
The speaking of the Tree.

They hear the the first and last of every Tree
Speak to humankind today. Come to me, here beside the River.

Plant yourself beside the River.

Each of you, descendant of some passed
On traveller, has been paid for.

You, who gave me my first name, you
Pawnee, Apache, Seneca, you
Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
Other seekers--desperate for gain,
Starving for gold.

You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Eskimo, the Scot ...
You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
Praying for a dream.

Here, root yourselves beside me.

I am that Tree planted by the River,
Which will not be moved.

I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
I am yours--your Passages have been paid.

Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
For this bright morning dawning for you.

History, despite its wrenching pain,
Cannot be unlived, but if faced
With courage, need not be lived again.

Lift up your eyes upon
This day breaking for you.

Give birth again
To the dream.

Women, children, men,
Take it into the palms of your hands.

Mold it into the shape of your most
Private need. Sculpt it into
The image of your most public self.
Lift up your hearts
Each new hour holds new chances
For new beginnings.

Do not be wedded forever
To fear, yoked eternally
To brutishness.

The horizon leans forward,
Offering you space to place new steps of change.
Here, on the pulse of this fine day
You may have the courage
To look up and out and upon me, the
Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.

No less to Midas than the mendicant.

No less to you now than the mastodon then.

Here on the pulse of this new day
You may have the grace to look up and out
And into your sister's eyes, and into
Your brother's face, your country
And say simply
Very simply
With hope
Good morning.

It's possible "Good morning" was just her way of getting off stage, and isn't the end of the poem. I really couldn't care less.

Come on:

"The singing River and the wise Rock..." that's like 3rd rate Shel Silverstein.

Some will excuse some of this utter shit as "African" shaman-wisdom-primitive-spirituality, and not hooey. These are the simps who insist that childish pottery from Native Americans is art...because Native Americans did it. If an elementary school kid did it...it would be, "Why don't you learn to paint?" Same way we marvel at Egyptian art where every man and woman has two left feet and there's no sense of three dimensions. Christ, there's also a bad excuse for idiots who can't paint...the term being "Folk Art" or "Naive Art" or whatever...like shitty singers could pretend they were "New Wave." Mediocrity has many names, doesn't it?

You can just imagine some witless school teacher saying, "Now children, did you notice how Maya brought rhythm to the poem by suddenly rhyming a few lines? Jew and Sioux?" "Yes teacher. So why didn't she rhyme the whole thing?" "Because...she's a genius and is combining different forms of poetry in this one awesome work." "Teacher, do YOU write poetry, and do you have any idea what your talking about or why you're making excuses for a mediocre half-editorial half-children's book loaded with platitudes that would be irritating on a MEME?"

The bottom line is that nobody cares about this poem or reads it or celebrates it as they do with the truly classic poems, or even silly little experiments like Sandburg's "The Fog." Sandburg's "Chicago" is more revered, even if people get fed up after the first 8 lines.

It's only in the now Black-dominated public schools that a few weary old white teachers and a huge number of semi-literate Black and Latino ones, force kids to read Maya Angelou, and urge them to be just like her, and "Give birth again to the dream."

Fortunately that dream won't happen. We don't need another Maya Angelou. The point's been made. Poetry is awful and dated and boring and pretentious and now that we have equality and have carved Maya Angelou's visage onto the ivory tusk of "great American poets," we can all go back to listening to rap.

Krappy Kanye & Kim: "I Now Pronounce You Has-Been Bores. Fuck OFF."

It's official, Mr Anus Mouth and his whore bride have gotten married. Hooray. That makes little bastard North West not quite such a little bastard. And...now, goodnight.

There's closure. The nightmare of Kanye West and Kim Kuntrashian is OVER. They've done all the damage they can do. Kanye made lousy egocentric rap albums after a promising start, Kim's reign as the fat-assed queen whore of porn videos has ended and so has interest in "Keeping up with the Kardashians." The baby was born and guess what, it didn't look like Jesus in the manger. And the horror duo got their cover of VOGUE.

Now? GO AWAY. FUCK OFF. BEAT IT.

Kanye's already used up "The Top 20 Stupidest Things Kanye West Has Said," and there's nothing more that the ugly, aging, sullen trash bitch Kim can do since she's already sucked cock on video, dyed her hair, took selfies of her fat ass, and managed to be repulsive on the cover of VOGUE.

GOODBYE.

Kanye's latest rant was so feeble, Rolling Stone barely covered it. Zzzzz, something or other about how it's not fair that "Kimye" are on tabloid covers without permission, and that SNL made fun of them...something about how Kim is SO beautiful, and the Kardashians are "warriors" -- is anybody really listening anymore?

Has the world finally come to its senses? Even with a tasteless overblown marriage...long after they'd covered their bodies in each others secretions, and had a brat and spent $50,000 on gold plated toilets...this is still a low class couple. It's a whore and her pimp, that's all. The bitch is ugly and has no talent. The loudmouth once was no better or worse than any other rappers...but quickly became a self-parody and utterly ridiculous in trying to get men, especially black men, to mince around in leather skirts like HE did.

No matter how much the London Daily Fail wishes this stupidity could go on forever...it can't. The public's attention span is more like a monkey's, and even with a couple that resemble monkeys...it's OVER. Time for Kendall Jenner and the other Jenner and the other Jenner...The "Kardashian" name is no longer amusing or magical. Eventually, all that trash does is stink.

P. Diddy? Vanilla Ice? Run DMC? Paris Hilton? Pam Anderson? Eventually it ends. Sometimes (Anna Nicole Smith, Peaches Geldorf etc.) it's permanent. So go enjoy your mansion, spawn some more brats, and maybe in 20 years we'll all watch North West suck off somebody or other and begin her own moronic career as "famous for being famous." But KIMYE...the sound you're hearing is snoring. You are boring.

Crazy Cunt: Washington Post Ann Hornaday gets it wrong. Seth Rogen pissed

I'm not a fan of Seth Rogan. I haven't seen any of his fucking films.

The last time Judd Apatow's name on a credit made me smile was "The Larry Sanders Show."

Still, I wouldn't, for a minute, think to blame those two guys for what Elliot Rodger did.

Who'd think that? A self-satisfied bone-faced bitch named Ann Hornaday, who arrogantly spits her half-baked theories via Washington Post editorials.

Hornaday actually thinks that watching a dopey comedy in which the sad sack loser gets the girl...led to a homicidal rage that killed six people?? That Elliot Rodger walked out of "Neighbors" seething with anger, got three semi-automatic rifles, fired off a 140 page "manifesto," and began his death spree by knifing THREE ASIAN GUYS????

The main thing wrong with Ann Hornaday is she has no dick.

Therefore, she is not equipped to judge how guys react to women. Not really. Guys are perpetually horny (but not for skull-faced Hornaday). Every guy who isn't a snotty Bieber clone, resents or has resented, at one time in their lives or another, how the hot chicks only look at the hot guys.

That doesn't mean that they go homicidal, and the ones that do...have bigger issues involved than seeing some shitty comedies!

Ann Hornaday doesn't seem to understand that Seth Rogan didn't pioneer the "arrested adolescent" gets lucky film scenario.

Ever since the first film comedies, ugly, stupid, hopeless "heroes" got the girl. Charlie Chaplin was a dirty tramp! Was W.C. Fields good looking? Groucho Marx? How about all the bumbling assholes in the 40's and 50's like Red Skelton and Danny Kaye and Eddie Bracken and Jerry Lewis, who all played "adolescent" and man-child in films? Even the 3 Stooges and Lou Costello had some pretty decent looking babes looking twice at them. That's part of "funny," and that's part of fantasy.

To blame Apatow and Rogan...well, that's just a typical feminist nut searching for some event to hang a bad theory on.

This bitch didn't even bother to check the facts. Crazy bastard Elliot Rodger didn't think of himself as a bloated, awkward Jew named Seth Rogan. He identified as supremely intelligent (something no film comedians ever are) and quite good looking (not Woody Allen!) An autistic sociopath lunatic, he was in fucking THERAPY before he even reached puberty!

Before this brat ever saw a Rogan or Apatow movie (assuming he ever did) he was already raging about girls not taking him seriously. He had a sense of entitlement and a great deal of arrogance and refused to learn the basics of how to get along with anyone, much less girls. When girls weren't impressed (and at that age, they were more inclined to find boys "icky" anyway), his resentment began to simmer.

It really takes someone almost as crazy as Elliot Rodger to come up with a theory that schlub comedy leads to murder. Someone else at the Washrag Post could've blamed it on gangster movies. And some other editorialist could've blamed it on lax gun control, violent rap songs, or the outrage that there aren't enough half-Asian role models for young half-breed self-entitled Austistic spoiled brat lunatics to admire.

Elliot Rodger was in therapy for years and years. A shrink would have a very easy time is the problem was simply, "Hey, kid, don't be jealous of Seth Rogan..."

Elliot Rodgers exhibited plenty of symptoms of being self-centered and delusional. And Ann Hornaday exhibits some of those traits, too. Really, Washed-up Post, keep an eye on this bitch. She might go running down the halls one day with a semi-automatic. Blame it on her not being as famous as Ann Coulter. Or as good looking as Ann Curry. Or that she's Ann Asshole.

Fat Labia-Lip Elliot Rodger WAS Racist: Take a Leek

The other day, I questioned why nobody was talking about how much of a racist Elliot Rodger was.

Finally, you can take a Leek. Cliff Leek is in the sociology department at Stony Brook University and he wrote a piece that says that while it's fashionable to just see "gun nut" or "woman hater" in a case like this...RACE is important factor.

I pointed out that Rodger's target was "blonde shits," and it turns out that buried in his lame-ass self-important "manifesto," is a racist line about how blacks do better with white women than he does.

It's very interesting that this half-breed monster was living with two Asian guys...that he knifed to death. These first murders suggest that he really was killing the Asian side of himself...the side of his mother...and it's obvious this kid had major mommy problems. He identified almost completely with his white father...the successful man who was making a fortune and able to get a new trophy wife so easily.

So in the end, Professor Leek ALMOST gets it right. The lines he quotes about Elliot Rodger and blacks is racist, sure: "how could an inferior, ugly black boy be able to get a white girl and not me?"

BUT, leaky Professor, the real racism is against white girls, got it? Elliot Rodger didn't really think of himself as a white man....but a little dicked Asian girly boy...somebody who could become a real "Lady Boy" like so many Asian males in Thailand and other Asian nations. So before ultimately turning his rage on himself and performing the ultimate emasculation...suicide...he went after those "blonde shits" he hated and envied and desired in a very racist way.

Wanna play amateur shrink? Then get it right. He called blacks "inferior, ugly," but he called blonde women "blonde shits." And not ONE of the people he killed was black.

Mahbod Moghadam Dam Non-Genius of "RAP GENIUS" gets FIRED

Just when you think an infuriating story of privilege and gun-nut murder and self-centered Hollywood scummery and entitlement couldn't get any more loathesome...here comes MAHBOD MOGHADAM.

Anything goes, almost.

Thankfully, Tom Lehman, the fairly twisted and illiterate CEO of some shitty "music" website called RapGenius (that takes rap music seriously) fired his partner.

Take a look at that piece of camel dropping. Mahbod thinks he's cool? He's a fucking Arab, not a black rapper. He was a fame parasite at RapGenius...somebody living off the "cool" of black artists, and pretending to be a player himself (with dark shades and that "terrorist" look).

Of course Mahbod hates women, just like creepy Elliot Rodger, because Mahbod is clearly obsessed with black cock, and "rap" attitude, and hoping and praying that some of the sperm flying off a pimp's dick lands in his mouth.

This is what 20-somethings and 30-esque losers are like. They see black culture so they want to steal it for themselves. It wouldn't surprise me of Mahbod was a virgin too, just like Elliot Rodger.

This guy actually quoted parts of the Rodger "manifesto" and declared it "artful and beautifully written," and that the shooter's sister had to be a "smokin' hot" babe?

That really outdoes the creeps who love Charlie Manson and John Wayne Gacy. Thankfully there are still enough normal people in the world (a small but vocal minority) that such praise for a deranged loser who offed innocent people...ended with "make him RESIGN."

Tell you what, Mahbod, you do your rap-strut down to the home of Mr. Martinez, who lost his son to psycho-brat Elliot Rodger's cowardly attack, and tell him what a great guy Elliot was. You tell him all about it, because YOU IS KEWL, mah man, Mahbod.

Elliot Rodger's crappy parents knew this kid was trouble before the brat even reached puberty, and watched, mostly without doing anything, as he raged and ranted, and was given a BMW to cruise around in. Rodger's parents were prepared, in some way, for their horrible monster to do violence to others and to himself. Mr. Martinez, who eloquently cried for gun control while grieving his innocent son, had no idea a promising life would be snuffed. This kid Martinez is DEAD, as are the other five, and there's nothing "artful" or "beautiful" about this tragedy.

"Well, what do you expect from some jackass with sand for brains, whose relatives probably beheaded anything that moved, and who is in love with, and finds art and poetry in, (c)rap music?" Is that what you want to hear, Mahbod? Now you can go off to the unemployment line for a while and when you get back, take off the shades and take a good long look in the mirror.

Christ, what else is going on? Let's not even LOOK at Twitter, where giddy idiot girls are probably drooling and wetting their panties over how "cute" those pictures of labia-lipped Elliot Rodger are, and how "kewl" he posed in his BMW.

Whenever there's a sick crime, there's always some asshole (or complete set of human hemorrhoids) to stick up for the maniac killer, find him attractive, and excuse what he did.

PS, if you read Lehman below, his run-on sentences and repeating of words mark him as a punk who needs English 101.

How about the line that Mahbod "annotated the piece with annotations..." Duh.

That Lehman so deeply sniffs at the anus of "rap lyrics" proves what a fool he is. It seems that anyone, or any two dopes, can start a forum and either enjoy the "power" and "fame" of lording over a few hundred basement-dwelling jackasses, or actually make some pocket change off their dumbass hobby.

Me, I'd prefer the day when you got your news from legitimate magazines and newspapers run by trained veteran writers, not assholes like Lehman and the rest of the "boy genius" bunch who can start a website instantly and pretend they are professionals.

Punk bastard Elliot Rodger's "manifesto" had no place on his site in the first place. But here's what the idiot wrote, in some lame-ass attempt to still seem "kewl" while having fired his buddy:

Yesterday the Rap Genius community annotated Elliot Rodger’s manifesto on News Genius. Because this tragedy is still so raw, there was internal debate as to whether this document belonged on the site at all. Ultimately we decided that it was worthy of close reading... ....Mahbod Moghadam, one of my co-founders, annotated the piece with annotations that not only didn’t attempt to enhance anyone’s understanding of the text, but went beyond that into gleeful insensitivity and misogyny. All of which is contrary to everything we’re trying to accomplish at Rap Genius.

Were Mahbod’s annotations posted by a new Rap Genius user, it would be up to our community leaders, who set the tone of the site and our approach to annotation, to delete them and explain to the new user why they were unacceptable.

Were Mahbod’s annotations posted by a Rap Genius moderator, that person would cease to be an effective community leader and would have to step down.

And Mahbod, our original community leader, is no exception. In light of this, Mahbod has resigned – both in his capacity as an employee of the company, and as a member of our board of directors, effective immediately.

Mahbod is my friend. He's a brilliant, creative, complicated person with a ton of love in his heart. Without Mahbod Rap Genius would not exist, and I am grateful for all he has done to help Rap Genius succeed. But I cannot let him compromise the Rap Genius mission – a mission that remains almost as delicate and inchoate as it was when we three founders decided to devote our lives to it almost 5 years ago.

Yes, that's the state of "journalism" today...when there's even an idiot website run by some twit with a high schooler's sense of morality. He vaguely gets that his "friend" was dead wrong, but he has to kiss Mahbod's ass anyway, and twist his knickers and his mouse-sized balls around some babble about "community leaders" and forum rules, and gosh, sniffing and licking at a 141 page loony-screed from a loser is SUCH entertainment for fans of a site like RapGenius. Yeah, this Lehman lemon-head is just like the assholes who run music forums and decide HOW MUCH copyright abuse they allow, and if new releases are exempt, and if an album's been out "more than 2 years" it's "fair game," etc. etc.

I get the idea that at RapGenius you can post antisemitism, misogyny, murderous thoughts, declare that all cops should be killed because it would be revenge for Tupac...whatever the shit might be.

Did you believe that opening line? That it was felt that annotating Rodger's idiot rant was "worthy of close reading?" Sure, that's like a debate from two pin-headed music forum leaders over whether an entire Beach Boys box set would be allowed as long as it didn't include PDFs of the booklet. It's like thinking, "well, it's free speech" if one forum member says he wants to kill another, or if one forum member starts spouting racism, or posting pornography. Like, "well, it wasn't bad pornography...the chick was smokin' hot..."

Does it get worse? All the time.

Remember smirky cunt-lipped Elliot Rodger...and bootleg the HUNGER GAMES

Bootlegging. Free downloading.

I've raged about the damage it does to struggling artists.

BUT..it doesn't seem to harm the fat cats. Guys like Elliot Rodger's Daddy-pie, an ass-istant director on HUNGER GAMES.

This prick, just another typical California arrogant fop, another raging egomaniac, another self-satisfied insider "in the business," had enough money to give his monster-child a BMW. And indulge his half-breed brat with a free luxury flight to England to watch Katy fucking Perry perform. You know whores like Katy...they make millions by doing "private" parties for fat cats.

Mister Rodger, ass-istant director made enough money to indulge his every whim, which included divorcing his dragon lady wife, and go find a different exotic twat to pump. Heh heh, Mister Rodger, how do you suppose YOUR SON ELLIOT FELT when YOU were hauling around prime pussy and HE wasn't getting any? Take a look at the photo, Mister Rodger. See it now? See how your monster son ain't happy?

Hmm, YOU don't look too happy either, but that's not surprising for a vain, hyper, obnoxious mop-haired asshole like yourself. You're too driven to appreciate anything. Or so it seems. Pardon me, for in the wake of six people dead and others wounded, not caring too much about your feelings. If you have any...as it may have been your defective sperm that produced an autistic time-bomb.

So why not BOOTLEG AND ILLEGALLY DOWNLOAD THE HUNGER GAMES?

Go ahead. Kick Ass isn't the same as Shoot Blondes.

It seems pretty clear that the producers of shit like THE HUNGER GAMES (and GAME OF THRONES, etc. etc.) have all the money to indulge in sick, badly written, nudity-filled violence-laden garbage. So why pay them?

If these assholes were really suffering, and if piracy was really hurting, they'd scale back on the salaries of overblown goons like Mister Rodger, and he in turn wouldn't be allowing his monster brat to tool around in a BMW, or take selfies of himself smugly drinking champagne and eating gourmet in-flight meals...

Look at that face. No wonder he never got laid. Don't you want to slap that smirk off his face? Glad he's dead. Too bad he took 6 others with him.

What a little prick (he was half Asian...he probably couldn't have fucked the paper strip out of a fortune cookie). As Moms Mabley used to say, "you should speak good of the dead...he's dead. GOOD!"

How about: this tragedy would not have happened if piracy was really destroying the movie business the way it's destroyed books and music? There was too much money given to Mister Rodger, who in turn wasted it on his goon-brat. Maybe if Elliot Creep Rodger had to work a little harder, autism or not, he would've had less time for YouTube and manifesto bullshit, and learned how to get along with people.

The budget for HUNGER GAMES and the profits made send a message...there's not ENOUGH bootlegging and free illegal streaming of shit movies or mindlessly bad "reality" TV shows. Go find KickAss and the rest and do your part. You could be saving a life!

(PS, some of this is humor...but when six innocent people are now rotting corpses...some of it ain't too fuckin' funny).

Is that Floyd "Money" Mayweather or Floyd "Monkey" Mayweather?

Sorry...there's a little something called "reality." A little something called "the truth."

For example, Carl "The Truth" Williams wasn't. He was just another boxer, and he got his fucking head handed to him a few times. So much for "The Truth" as that clueless narcissist put it. At least you can excuse him for trying to psych himself and hype himself. It's gotten much worse since Carl retired (and died).

Another boxer calls himself Floyd "Money" Mayweather because, yes, he can make $40 million for NOT knocking out his opponent, but just being flashy for 12 rounds. Muhammad Ali did have some very spectacular KO's before his fragile hands rendered him a "go the distance" guy.

Anyway, there's a racist line that goes, "You can take 'em out of the jungle, but..."

And it's very hard NOT to agree with it, when you encounter "black celebrity culture," which seems to involve beating the crap out of women, acting like pimps, and not only engaging in insane fights inside filthy topless clubs but endangering peoples' lives in a fucking Fatburger restaurant.

The news the other day was that Floyd "Money" Mayweather got into a fight at one of these not-so-classy places (not all fighters seem to care about a healthy diet...just ask Chris "Fat Fuck" Arreola). Fatburger apparently caters mainly to ignorant, loud-mouthed black idiots. There are a lot of rowdy bars that the "high toned" visit and trash each night, and Bar-B-Q chicken restaurants that are almost all-black because they have a lot of good-paying government jobs and they don't have to eat KFC out of a bucket no more. Fine, if you can behave. But look at this black eye (!) to the black race:

Some rapper asshole I never heard of walks up and gets into a fight with Floyd. Why? He saw a Tweet or an Instgram photo or some shit, where his wife was bragging about knowing Floyd. He instantly thinks that Floyd may have been sleeping with his wife, or flirting with her, or MIGHT one day pork her. Whatever...he starts yapping at Floyd, and chairs began to fly, and since these cowardly pimp assholes all have "entourages" the "entourages" began to scuffle. Floyd can take care of himself. He's already been jailed for a violent attack on his own woman.

Fortunately nobody, including innocent bystanders, were hurt by flying chairs or anything.

. As bad as Viley Virus and Justin Bieber are...they don't throw chairs at Fatburger. They don't pop caps into people. They don't get into fights on elevators. They don't have rap sheets for going to jail on domestic violence charges.

But as the population continues to blacken, and the idea of celebrity is Chris Brown, or some bitch throwing punches in an elevator, or these idiots carrying on with their illiterate babble...our news will be more and more about violent black celebrities and their infantile inability to control themselves. Who needs THIS shit atop junk like "Kimye" and their vanity and poor taste? Atop the already vomitatious and unavoidable rap garbage that you know hear in stores and restaurants.

Years ago, Godfrey Cambridge and others joked or cautioned about stereotypical behavior..."it's bad for our people!" Now? Now these people are hardly a minority in some places. In some cities, Black and Latino people are the majority, and they resent Whitey for imposing any rules about conduct, quiet, or behaving properly in public. Not to mention "minor" things like talking back in movie theaters, holding loud parties in public parks, or driving around with shitty music blaring at high volume...you know, "cultural" issues, like "don't be messin' wid mah culture."

Yeah, this sounds racist...and I don't for a minute want to exclude the hideous white people called "rednecks" or "Southerners" or just "white trash" who can be just as loud and violent. But even the fucking hillbilly idiots (country singers) who make it big don't seem to spend their time brawling in a burger joint and punching out their women and bragging about it. Not as much as the black celebrities do.

Did you read how Mayweather told his side of the story to "Necole Bitchie?" How clever, the black ignorant version of "Perez Hilton?" Take a celebrity name and dirty it down and declare yourself the gossip columnist deluxe! Well, sho, because Perez Hilton ain't gonna get a sit-down with Floyd. Why should he? He's a fag and he's white.

Now let's take a closer look at "Tiny," the girl that this idiot rapper jealously worries about. Have you seen a more repulsive looking dwarf? With that steatopygian ass and those fucked up tattoos?

It seems the new low class brand of black celebrity...garish, violent and ignorant...is being applauded and encouraged to be the exact opposite of those rich white celebrities who are discrete, quiet and peaceful. "It's the culture." That's the excuse. You grow up "in the hood" and you be proud of it...you be proud of NOT speaking English correctly, of packing heat or having a violent entourage, or abusing your women and arrogantly showing off your horrendous taste in clothing and jewelry. Christ, even the most ridiculous redneck wrestler would be embarrassed to have a wife like "Tiny" the gruesome pygmy.

Is this your idea of news? Remember when, even when there was a scandal (like Burton-Fisher-Reynolds-Taylor) the participants were educated, attractive and glamorous? Look at those photos...this is repulsive. Ugliness and garishness is the norm, not the exception. The curve is headed downward...at one time blacks aspired to be equal to whites...no difference in how they dressed or talked. Like Sidney Poitier. Fer Chrissake, Poitier fought all his life for it. The point was, why be a racist asshole and deny Sidney Poitier when all that was different was color, and a few "Negroid" traits (like nappy hair). Wasn't he educated? Handsome? Talented? If you closed your eyes didn't he talk like any intelligent white man?

Now the idea is to embrace the worst traits of blackness. The idea is NOT to assimilate, and it's the same with Muslims, Pakistanis, Chinese, and the rest. Let's all be as arrogantly ethnic as possible and walk around in idiot outfits, blare idiot music, be intolerant of everyone else and not come together with a common purpose. Shouldn't we ALL have peace and quiet in a restaurant? In a movie theater? In a public park? Oh no no no, because ethnics can't be denied the slovenly ways they grew up, or they have to embrace and exaggerate their race and call attention to themselves.

You know who was a classy guy? Sugar Ray Leonard. Why couldn't Floyd be like that? Because Ray Leonard is now considered an Uncle Tom. If you don't embrace the worst excesses of ghetto crudity, and wear your pants down around your thighs, and stick a comb in your hair and talk like a retard...you're an Uncle Tom Negro. And that's really goddam sad, because the dignified black people like Dr. King, and Ray Leonard, and Ali, and Colin Powell and James Baldwin and all the others...are being taken down by the dumbing down of civilization.

The same has happened to a lesser extent with white culture...as witness Viley Virus and Bieber...but the standard isn't so abominably low (and let's remember that much of the revolting traits Virus and Bieber exhibit are based on the rappers and blacks they want to emulate so badly).

Damn fucked up. Mayweather and some idiot make headlines for a brawl in a burger joint. Pathetic.

I was happy to root for and admire Muhammad Ali and Sugar Ray Leonard...we've taken a giant step backward with Mayweather. And Mayweather is no youngster. He's 37. It'll only get worse. Take his protege, Adrien Broner, who smirked after his last fight and sing-songed, "I beat up a Afree-can, and now I beat the fuck outta a Mex-eeee-can." The white interviewer told him to stop, but in another year or two, it will be demanded that a black interviewer be used, and the black interviewer will most likely grin and say, "Keep talkin' trash, bro...tell us mo..."

I wish it wasn't so. But I'm writing the truth, and the reality. Reality...it sucks.

Lastly, today the news came that Matthew Saad Muhammad died of ALS (Lou Gherig's disease). He had been homeless for several years, living in shelters and scrounging on the street. I know that Floyd "Money" Mayweather cares more about his bling and his indulgent Las Vegas lifestyle than other people, but I can't help thinking about what could have been. Floyd could have been the guy to give Matthew a job of some kind. He could've been the guy to set up a charity and work with Arum, Don King, the alphabet soup organizations...to make sure boxers, especially ex-champs, would not end up on the street and helpless. Floyd could still be the guy to say "I'm going to try..." like George Harrison did with Bangla Desh. But no, he prefers to be the "villain" when he hypes his boxing matches, and go bring an entourage to Fatburger and get into a brawl. And serving a few months in prison (and how he tried to buy his way out of that...) didn't make him think, for a moment, about the miserable conditions of guys such as Matthew Saad Muhammad. Matthew was a much more exciting fighter than Floyd ever was. Matthew ended up a loser. He also lost quite a few fights in his prime. But the bottom line is that compared to how Floyd's led his life...Matthew Saad Muhammad was, and will be remembered as...a winner.

Racist Brat Elliot Rodger - Autistic Asian Asshole or just "One of a Kind" Freak?

The temptation when something outrageous and vile happens...is to blame.

Who created this celebutard monster Elliot Rodger? Where was his creepy father? His ex-wife who was taking care of their other spawn? The trophy wife who could've monitored the little scumbag?

How about this: Elliot Rodger was autistic...meaning that he had poor social skills, a peculiarly warped and icy lack of feeling for others...and the last time America had to deal with a mass shooting it was an AUTISTIC little monster in Connecticut who mowed down school kids. That little monster was encouraged by his mommy to own and use guns. That kid was recognized early on as "weird" and "creepy" but he wasn't supervised too well, was he? So he easily unlocked the gun cabinet, killed his mother as she slept, and went on a rampage destroying dozens of little kids.

THIS little autistic monster was also recognized as a sick-o early on, and was even in therapy on and off. But even after writing homicidal things, his parents just kept on ignoring the obvious. He was pampered with a BMW, $300 sunglasses, and a free luxury champagne flight to London to see a "private" concert by Katy Perry for rich fat cat bastards? Isn't THAT a good reason to blame his fucking parents??

No. We're not supposed to blame anyone. And we're certainly not, in this case, allowed to even rage that this murderer was a RACIST whose avowed target was blondes.

The latest news is that Mummy-san and Daddy-kins (Daddy's the assistant director on the cult favorite Hunger Games shit-garbage obsession show) saw his YouTube video, and "raced" to stop him. Yeah. Very convenient to say so. Why didn't they "race" to the phone and call the cops?

Another story is that at one point the cops did show up to interview him after he wrote some hideous things...and (surprise surprise) they walked away without threatening him, without warning him...this cold psychopath somehow "charmed" them with being polite and pleasant. Elliot the Creep even wrote later that if the cops had been doing their job, they would've poked around and found his cache of rifles...and that would've foiled his plans.

Interesting that he was so nice that professional lawmen couldn't see he was dangerous. And yet, was this monster so "nice" that he could get a date with a girl? No. He complained he had never even been kissed. He sent out a vibe of smugness, selfishness, coldness and ugliness, and even bimbo bitches that go for rich kids...wanted no part of him. That was another sign something was wrong. But blame anyone? Nahhhhh.

Any picture you see of this monster...he's looking cocky, arrogant...and ugly. He's got a misshapen warped face. He's got a weird complexion. He's got a bird nose and bulging cocksucker lips. He's a freak. And yet, there are tons of women who throw themselves at guys ten times uglier.

Here's something the media hasn't dared to mention: the kid was a RACIST.

In his most famous rant, he declared, in a reverse-Hitler, that he would go out and kill "blonde shits" who didn't want anything to do with him. See, while Hitler believed in the "master race" of blondes...this punk, half-ASIAN, stopped believing in it when he was rejected. So blondes became #1 on his hit list. After he offed his roomates, he went on the prowl for blondes. He took a practice shot and killed a guy named Martinez, but then he went after his real quarry...a sorority house full of blondes.

Yet NOBODY is calling what he did a hate crime, a racist murder rampage. He said it...kill as many "blonde shits" as possible. He drove to a sorority house to do it, and he did off two light-haired girls. But let's not go there, girlfriends...let's not say that being Autistic had anything to do with it, or being Asian. He became a homicidal killer...oh, because he hadn't anything better to do, like watch "Hunger Games" over and over like so many other idiots.

Quite the contrary...instead of talking about gun control, instead of talking about racism...the "experts" are just shrugging their shoulders and saying, "Look, these things happen. We can't predict, we can't prevent. So go to the crime scene and sing songs and light candles and then move on." Right? Right.

James Garbarino, a self-proclaimed "psychological expert witness" who has interviewed killers, decided to promote his new book "I Listened to Killers" with an editorial in the NY Daily News. His point? Crazy people are not all killers (yes, that's true) and? AND? And that's about it. So too bad that a total of seven people died, and many others were wounded. Don't blame anyone. Move along. You explain it, Garbage-o-Rino...

Well, that cleared it all up, didn't it? It's very simple. If a Muslim beheads a British soldier on a street in England, or blows up a bus in England, don't blame all Muslims. And for Allah's sake don't restrict immigration to Muslims who understand that their religion doesn't entitle them to do as they please. And if an autistic half-breed with no emotions and a love-hate toward blondes, manages to get his hands on THREE semi-automatic rifles (legally) and tries to shoot up a sorority house...don't suggest that autistics be investigated and that we get some autistic statistics on how many are violent. Don't suggest gun control. Don't suggest that YouTube, run by GOOGLE, be responsible for monitoring their own site and red-flagging crazed postings.

Don't, Don't, and Don't do anything but wait for the next disaster.

This is how Garbage-o-Rino ended his editorial:

Unfortunately, “massacring people with guns” has become an American scenario, a script that troubled and angry young men follow to its awful conclusion if public and private surveillance systems break down.

When having a cache of guns and ammunition in your home is not itself seen as a warning sign, but rather a simple manifestation of the “normal” right to bear arms, we should hardly be surprised when some of us feel we have to “do what we have to do” and people die.

Thanks. So Garbage-o-Rino doesn' even overtly talk about gun control...he just sort of insinuates that there should be more "surveillance" cameras around so people can gawk at the crazies. And then what? Go visit the apartment, shrug and say "the guy seemed normal" and move on?

Sure. Everyone shrug shoulders, and move on.

Christina Ricci Has Growth In Her Stomach. Oh. It's THAT

Remember when MTV was a MUSIC VIDEO channel?

They discovered there was no future in it. Rap morons killed the video channel. That, and increasingly more boring rock videos with lousy music.

Now they cover nitwit shit of interest to tweens and 20-somethings. Like...

Who cares that a B-list celebrity is knocked up?

Christina Ricci? She was mildly interesting as the freaky, big-eyed "Wednesday" in the old "Addams Family" movies. When she grew up, the only way she could get anybody's attention was to strip to her panties for a film in which she got chained up by a black man. Otherwise, she can't compete as a beautiful woman or a really first rate actress.

So she's pregnant? She's married. She's allowed to be pregnant. She's allowed to be pregnant even if she isn't married. With the state of the planet, what are we cheering about?

Paul Simon had a song about how the Earth groans with the weight of another birth.

We're happy because the bitch can afford a child? This little white dollop won't be on the welfare roll, unlike about 2000 black and Latino babies that will be born the same day.

99.9% of celebrity pregnancies are depressing news. The only ones that aren't, are a few that suggest something positive may come out of it, like the spawn of John and Yoko, or Billy Joel and Christie Brinkley. And what disappointments THOSE kids turned out to be.

People really have nothing better to do than read about "Kimye" and their rotten "North West" brat, or Ricci and her "baby bump?" Why aren't these idiots playing video games, like other mindless people?

There aren't many REAL celebrities anymore...actresses that are beautiful or dynamic (Angelina Jolie may be the last of the line), or singers that have something to say (who, Morrissey? He's already middle-aged and into self-parody). What passes for "Celebrity" now is pathetic. And this "baby bump" crap serves no purpose at all except to waste time and waste space on the planet. We're supposed to think, "Oh, the world isn't really in the dumper...how optimistic we can be, seeing that Christina Ricci has spawned..."

No. By the time Ricci's brat is old enough to care about "reality show" monsters and pornographic pop stars, they'll all be black, brown, Muslim or Chinese, and little "Whitey" will be in the minority, called "ghost" or "paleface" on social media and bullied into suicide.

But cheers, cheers, to you Christina, and to the Mexican maid that will be cleaning baby shit while you make your movies, and babysitting while you and Mr. Christina sashay around bars, resorts and premieres of movies by other B-list idiots.

NY POST SLAMS ZOMBIE BITCH KIM KARDASHIAN - the cunt-trashian "Kanyestein"

At least ONE newspaper has the nerve to make fun of the freak show:

Ms. Fleming is right about the hideous Bride of Kanyestein.

No surprise that for this great "royal" wedding...Kanye West had his usual sour, anus-lipped expression...but his media whore wife ALSO having a gruesome look? Wonder why. Well...no, I don't. I hope it was because the idea of actually being married to this simian made her nauseous.

Call me old fashioned, but more and more, I'm nostalgic for the days when female singers didn't open a limo and show bald cunt, and when columnists didn't refer to any movie star's BOOBS.

Too bad the world is getting more simian and low class by the minute, and a trashy couple of slimebags is all anyone can talk about.

Years ago, Charo was a comical exception...a pop tart whose accent was so thick you could hardly understand a word she said. Now there are far too many like her.

And at one time, singers actually had to know how to sing...not bellow nursery rhymes about murder and rape or use a vocoder to sound like a retarded vacuum cleaner.

ELLIOT RODGER, DEAD LOSER, Son of "HUNGER GAMES" Hotshot

Oh well, another shoot-em-up in the good old U.S. of A.

Seven dead at the last count, another seven wounded.

The perp? A rich snotty bastard with a rich-rich father and actress-whatever stepmom.

The m.o.? Well, it's just so easy to buy as many guns and automatic weapons as needed, thanks to the NRA.

The reason for killing innocent people? The loser couldn't get laid even while tooling around in a BMW.

Yes, even in La-La land, some guys are too creepy that money can't even get 'em laid.

Oh yes...let's not forget that GOOGLE is involved, because although creepy Elliot Rodger didn't have the skills of his "assistant director" Daddy-pie, he knew he could get lots of hits making a YOUTUBE video that contained his obnoxious "manifesto" and grab for immortality.

Yes, before he began killing women, and then his cowardly shit-head self, he made a YouTube video announcing how he was gonna get "revenge" on all the girls who turned him down. You can imagine the personality on this evil cretin.

Gosh, how many witnesses do you suppose told reporters, "it looked like something out of a movie?"

Fuckin' HUNGER GAMES and GAME OF THRONES and the rest of the stupid shit. You know what the tragedy is? It's that NOBODY is going to give a rat's ass about this jerk in another day or two.

There are so many of these gun-happy assholes shooting up schools and shopping malls and movie theaters, the story's getting old. Not quite as old as HUNGER GAMES and GAME OF THRONES and other nonsense that occupy the attention span of gnat-heads.

There's plenty to blame here, too. First off, most obviously, there's Daddy-pie, who seems to have been so busy making money, and helping keep idiots glued to HUNGER GAMES, that he neglected his rich brat and indulged him in fancy cars and enough money to buy semi-automatic weapons.

Then there's the bitch trophy wife he's married to. Where the fuck was she? Was she supervising Bratty Pants the Killer, or off on her own, calling attention to herself?

OK, I really have no idea if these two parents even tried to get their little monster into therapy or what...but it's damn ridiculous when the parents show up muttering, "Sorry...respect our privacy..." while in this case over a dozen innocent people were shot because of their crappy kid.

I haven't bothered showing that very annoying photo in all the papers, of Brat Boy sullenly standing on the red carpet with Daddy-pie and his trophy wife as they soak up the spotlight. He didn't do anything useful, Daddy-pie thought he might enjoy some reflected glory...but clearly that didn't work. Could've put the little monster on some high-potency tranquilizers. Nah.

Next on the blame list? The fucking NRA, which insists that it's an American's right to "bear arms." Sure, the spoiled sicko son of a HUNGER GAMES hotshot needs semi-automatic weapons. No question about that. PS, did you know that while they scream and holler and make laws so that guns are legal everywhere (even in church) THEY don't allow guns in THEIR building? Oooh, guess they are a little scared that some nut with a gun might try and give 'em a taste of what it's like to run from a semi-automatic weapon??

The story does have the happy ending that is now pretty standard...the creepy loner, fearful of spending the rest of his life in jail, REALLY bullied and tormented...offs himself the minute it looks like he's going to be captured. Goodbye, Elliot Rodger. Daddy-pie can take time from his busy movie schedule, and Step Mom Trophy Wife, too, and bury your (non)fucking worthless carcass. Although they'd be wiser to cremate you and sprinkle you into the La Brea tar pits.

PS...it turns out this creep was autistic...just like the soulless little monster that shot up a bunch of children in a school in Connecticut. But let's not scapegoat autism or suggest that the autistic aren't "just like us" and just MIGHT need more supervision. After all, despite his autism, he could drive a big fucking BMW...and easily get his hands on guns...and oh so cleverly direct himself in a YouTube video that may almost be as famous now as the fucking HUNGER GAMES.

The Best of Shitney Spears? Rolling Stone Cops Out Again

Frankly, this is why I left the music biz.

After my last gig as "music editor" for a well known magazine, I knew that I had to find something else to do. One main reason...the music was becoming so shitty, it was getting harder and harder to write positive reviews.

For another, I didn't want to interview the assholes I was seeing on MTV. I had nothing to say to them, and asking them questions would've been about as rewarding as asking a 6 year-old "What did you do in school today?"

The above tells you how low it's gotten. I can't fault Rolling Stone too much. They have to print SOMETHING. And they've gone from taste-makers to mere tasters, slurping at whatever's in the Top 10 and going along with the masses. Mmm, good! Mmmm, good!

Years ago, Rolling Stone had the balls to ignore idiot pop tarts like Shitney. They turned their backs on anything they didn't think was "worthy." There were some very favorite progrock groups that we NEVER seemed to see reviewed in Rolling Stone for any reason. There were singer/songwriters ignored in favor of some that sucked Wenner cock, or whatever it took. Remember when Dr. Hook had a hit with "Cover of the Rolling Stone?" Very reluctantly, they put the group on the cover. Dr. Hook wasn't Rolling Stone's kind of music act.

Now they're a sell-out. If it's a crappy rapper, if it's an arena rocker, if it's an oh-so-precious critic's darling (like Jack White), yes. Do they break new talent or even throw in a record review of an unknown? Almost never.

Shitney had one catchy (but still not very good) song...which I only really like in the parody version, "Oops I Farted Again." I also was never too thrilled with her "look," which was on the cheap Barbie side...a bad clone of Farrah, a nothing compared to a more distinctive blond like Stevie Nicks. But what can today's dwindling rock magazines do, but slobber over Viley Virus and KeSha, and low class high-toned Negresses like the fabulous Rihanna and the queen of Pop herself, Beyonce? Gone are the Tina Turner days, gone are the days when Rolling Stone would go out of their way to review Betty Davis (Miles' wife, and not exactly pure "rock"). Nah.

This is why I no longer subscribe to Rolling Stone, why the magazine gets more anorexic with every issue, and why they pimp their website where you can...listen to Shitney music via SPOTIFY while the dumbed down editors over there play the usual "Top 10" list games to get attention.

And aren't we really tired of desperate magazine websites concocting "The Top 10 horror movie scenes you have to see," "The Top 10 Wildest Things Viley Virus Said," and all the rest of that crap? That's what YouTube is for...where guys in mommy's basement who own websites nobody visits make chump change by stealing "The 5 Scariest Scenes from Exorcist Movies" the "10 Grossest Movie Deaths," etc. etc. AD NAUSEUM...

DARWIN WAS WRONG: MONKEY FACE KANYE AND UGLY KIM KART-TRASHIAN

There was a time when it was John F. Kennedy and Jackie.

Richard Burton and Elizabeth Taylor.

Princess Diana and Prince Charles.

Can it get much lower than THIS?

THIS is today's ROYAL COUPLE?

Let's get real. That's a porn video whore whose mama is a media whore and whose father was an ambulance-chasing shyster.

And she's with an anus-lipped arrogant rap bastard who hasn't done anything but mutter egomaniacal bullshit for years.

How nice if their limo drives through the streets of Venice...and they drown...because they're too fucking stupid to know that Venice has canals.

Stupid Chubby Monica Lewinsky the Cocksucker: Just GO AWAY

Isn't that very fortunate for her...

Look at the stupid expression on that cow's face.

Oooh, she's getting her photo taken! She's a STAR!

Monica Lewinsky, the chubby little bitch in the beret who ogled Bill Clinton, turned around and pulled at her thong underwear to get his attention...then had an affair with him and kept a cum-stained dress as proof...is BACK.

GO AWAY.

There's nothing to this story.

NOTHING.

She was a vain, selfish, groupie-brained little cocksucker back then...and she's just a media whore now.

She wrote a piece for the appropriately named VANITY Fair magazine, in which...well, who knows. I didn't read it.

People say it's about how she wants to move on with her life, and she's not ashamed, and she's a feminist or whatever...

So here she is, grinning like an imbecile, looking fat as ever, a lure to chubby chasers only...and an embarrassment to the Jews. She will never, EVER live down who she is: The Clinton Cocksucker.

What does she want? To be an aging celebutard? To snail her carcass around until she can hook some stupid guy, or find some starry-eyed feminist idiot to hire her to sit at a desk somewhere?

I sympathize with Monica to the extent that she was shunned by a lot of people, that her crappy handbag design company folded, that most any business would rather NOT have a bad publicity magnet like her around...

But frankly I sympathize more with Monica SELES...who got stabbed in the back by a deranged fan who NEVER went to jail. Monica SELES at least had some talent, and she was traumatized for life by something that she had no control of.

So Monica, Sperm-guzzling Chub...hope you find work that involves your brain, and you DISAPPEAR. FOREVER.

As in GO AWAY. You're boring. PS, nobody wants to hear from Patty Hearst anymore either, or Gennifer Flowers (another Clinton whore). BEAT IT (as in GET LOST, not go give some celebrity a hand job).

Ugly Icky Nikki Minaj

Birthday, Mother's Day, Valentine's Day, whatever...you go to buy the lady some perfume, and see THIS:

WTF...

It's a bottle of stink licensed by icky Nikki Minaj, an ugly skank with big tits. That's what the standard is, pretty much. Ugly skank with big tits or (Kim Kart Trashian) big ass.

Woman as Ho.

Put on some slow, moody Miles Davis, because here comes an elegy. No snarky humor to it. No sardonic wit. It's a sad tune...

My world is going, going, gone. Not THE world, which is in almost as bad shape, with climate change and poison in our food...

I'm talkin' about MY world. When I was a kid, people still listened to Beethoven and Mozart. Really listened. There were still maestros out there, such as Bernstein, Ormandy and Szell, and artistes including Rubinstein, Horowitz and Casals. Oh. Segovia. Now, can you name a classical pianist working today? At best you might come up with cellist Yo-Yo Ma because of the stupid name. Conductor? No.

When I was a kid, jazz was important. Big band music was still something people listened to. Now...nobody under 30 knows the names Duke Ellington, Ella Fitzgerald, or even Miles Davis. If they do know the names, they don't have any of the music, that's for sure.

When I was a kid, people talked about books. There were even "Classics Illustrated" comic books. Now, how many under 30 could tell you who wrote "Frankenstein" even, or "Dracula?" How many ever read Hemingway or Steinbeck even? Poe? No way Charles Dickens or Shakespeare.

Need I go on?

This depressing bottle of stink tells you that "culture" is on the endangered list. Perfume bottles used to be beautiful. They could even be avant garde, with the cash-in stuff on Dali. Now? Ugh. Double ugh. Our standard of beauty is a trashy fat-assed bitch like Kart Trashian? A half breed monster like Minaj?

There was a time when people snickered over paintings on black velvet, and the crappy art Bob Ross and other "you can paint" TV show idiots sketched. The masses may have collected hideous Hummels, but they did not consider the apex of collecting to be every Barbie or Furby or Beanie Baby.

As late as 10 years ago...creative people had some idea that what they did would live on...and there might be people listening to their songs, enjoying their art, reading their poetry and novels...and those hopes have been dashed. Nobody collects magazines, nobody wants books or DVDs or CDs or records. Even if this planet wasn't doomed...the fact is, the monsters inheriting this planet have ZERO TASTE.

Things that were revered a few years ago...are now considered ridiculous and worthless. "Casablanca" or "Citizen Kane?" They mean nothing to today's jerks under 30. They sure as hell aren't going to sit still for the mime of Chaney or Chaplin. Even The Beatles have lost ground, and most jerks under 30 barely have heard anything by John Lennon beyond "Imagine," which they probably find as corny as we found Kate Smith.

The glory that was Greece? The grandeur that was Rome? The museums of the world filled with priceless treasures? Bookstores with leather bound classics? NO. No. No. No. Today's idiots spend their money on Viley Virus concert tickets. On overpriced bad food from franchise restaurants run by chefs they see in TV. They spend a fortune in America on ugly sneakers hawked by cynical basketball millionaires. Air Jordans, man! Yo! YO! They spend a fortune in England on Banksy graffiti and on trashy clothes from color blind designers.

Some things die a natural death, like stamp and coin collecting. OK, these are too "sedentary," and we can download and print out a zillion little colorful images so why spend thousands on stamps? People like video games and watching action on TV...jingling coins isn't such fun.

It used to be that tasteless things like an icky Nikki bottle of perfume, would be off to the corner somewhere. If an art store had a painting on black velvet or one of children with giant sad eyes, it would not be prominently displayed. It might only be available in Times Square and catering to tourists. Now, bad taste and clueless shit rule. Mexican fast food joints pop up every time a classy store folds. Sneaker stores take over from bookstores.

It's not racist to mourn the decline of white culture. Not if you're white. You're a stranger in your own land. Everyone speaks another language. Aside from the surviving fat cats who live above the rabble, whites are forced to exist in an environment of hideous ethnic music, nauseating ethnic food smells, and the psychotic behavior of animalistic swine who live their lives in a violent state of surly hostility toward anyone who doesn't share their beliefs. It's a fucking miracle if the "new neighbors" are as quiet or pleasant as the old ones, and if they'll respect you or your property or the neighborhood itself...and don't foul it with trash, unleashed dogs and insane picnics that seem more like brawls.

You can't really talk to the ethnics too much, because they not only don't share your culture...they don't want to! Their idea of a good time is bashing a pinata and having candy fall out. They like cock fights and having a goat on a barbecue. They want loud music with stupid lyrics.

Yeah, I know, we had "Hut Sut Song" and "Ba-ba-ba Ba-bara Ann," and you wouldn't want your neighbor to be a rich white asshole blasting Tchaikovsky on his Bose. But the other side of it is now so low class...

Whatever happened to class?

I'm not a snob. Bounty or Mounds...that's still a pretty good candy bar. You don't necessarily have to buy a piece of chocolate that costs a fortune. But you should know the difference. You should know what quality is. You should be able to tell the difference between a fine wine and swill, and fine perfume from stink, and Beethoven from Beiber. Even if you like a lyric that's nothing but "Fuck da Ho, Bust a Cap, Umbrella Ella Ella," you should also be able to appreciate, or at least respect, "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock."

But no. I grow old, I grow old...and the beach is full of noisy bastards with blasting radios and big fat bodies covered in tattoos.

A good thing? Who knows. I don't think so, but I'm white. I do remember when people screamed that The Beatles were just noisy idiots with bad animal hair, even as young kids were screaming "YES." So is it possible that it's a good future where asses and lips are gigantic, everyone's brown, thudding music is blasting in the air, and goat meat and spicy tacos are sold on street corners? It's possible.

But I don't think so. Seems more like hell.

Giovanni's Room - Gay Bookstore Shuts Down

Bookstores have been shutting down all over the fucking world.

Rolling Stone didn't seem to care too much...till a GAY bookstore closed it's back door?

More important bookstores than THIS one have closed down, including gay ones. So it was the "oldest gay bookstore" in America? Big deal. We're only talkin' the 70's. And it wasn't as important as A Different Light in San Francisco, and didn't have the visibility of the Oscar Wilde bookstore in NYC. It was the LAST important gay bookstore in America? Well, too ass-fucking bad, but where was Rolling Stone when the FIRST stores were closing?

Rolling Stone, which has seen the magazine physically shrink in size, and which now promotes itself mostly as "come online and see what we have for you to download," has some staffers who write books. Rob Sheffield comes to mind. NOBODY over there thought, before this, to mention that bookstores are in trouble?

Also note that the article doesn't give much of a shit or rectal polyp about gay authors who have no market. OK, a bookstore has closed. How about those who supply bookstores? AUTHORS? The piece doesn't mention what a blow (job) it is for AUTHORS, who love to write, want to work at something they love, and can't. What are the gay authors supposed to do, just give it away on blogs and in forums and as "comments" at Huffington Post? SHOW THEM THE MONEY.

Blah blah woof woof. On and on the piece went. Why? A local Philadelphia bookstore gets this kind of national coverage?? What's the gay-lesbian-transgender community going to do without the bookstore? GO ONLINE, of course. Waddya think, Jann Fag Wenner? You commissioned this piece because you used to hang out and look for cocks hanging out of zippers there?

The "queer" community is ONLINE...so this article is irrelevant. What does the closing of a bookstore mean to "the community?" Nothing. The gays will go to gay charities if they need help, they'll go cruise bars, and they'll be ONLINE.

And you know what's funny? I mean funny in a CREEPY way, like people now mean gay only in a homo way...what's funny is that it was only towards the end that Rolling Stone bothered to mention why the store was shutting its hole:

That's right, Jeff Bozo Bezos, the Amazon clown who started Kindle and destroyed the publishing world...is to blame. This article is about one or two people working in a bookstore who now have to go start a fruit store or a clothing store or something. What about the HUNDREDS of gay authors who don't have this and other stores selling their books?? Gay authors are supposed to use Amazon's eBook company to float books to Amazon for $3.99, which nobody can even find? Rolling Stone doesn't even address this. It's too depressing?

What is the future? I'll be at the BEA convention next week to see less authors, less books, more con artists hawking "self publish an eBook" shit, and...only established authors like Hiaasen and Stine happily signing books and promoting themselves. There will probably be only one or two gay-oriented book companies there, like Cleis, and everyone will nervously be going about their lives, like the Brits during World War II.

So thanks Rolling Stone for a little obit on one fairy tale gone sour, a gay bookstore that had to close down. The store closed because even though gays are notoriously wealthy (this is a stereotype, but it's based in truth) gays are not stupid (another stereotype) and if Amazon or eBay sells a real book for five or ten bucks less than a bookstore, they'll buy mail order and NOT SUPPORT THE ARTIST (or in this case, the store owner). That's human nature (and gays are human).

I'm a bit surprised any gay bookstores close, because you'd think that's where guys go to pick up somebody for quick promiscuous sex, but I guess there are plenty of men's rooms, bars, and INTERNET FORUMS for that. I have no idea, and don't really want to know. And Rolling Stone didn't happen to mention that there's a lot more furtive looks at other customers than browsing in any gay bookstore.

There are fewer and fewer straight bookstores...we all know it. Some of our favorites have gone under, and some of our beloved used bookstores have been shuttered, and many more are just hanging in, waiting for the ax to fall. Fewer and fewer people want books. As Armegeddon approaches, and people crowd into smaller homes because they can't afford more than a few rooms...they'd rather have hard drives full of books than the real thing.

Like gay intercourse, this whole thing is fuckin' shit.

PUTIN is HITLER. BY COMPARISON PRINCE CHARLES IS JESUS CHRIST

Poor bald baby...Putin is upset that Prince Charles likened him to Hitler, and he's growling about it...

Vladimir Putin is without question the dirtiest, scummiest, most evil psycho on the planet. This pointy-nosed homo-esque cocksucker divorced piece of coagulated blini is lucky he doesn't have a bullet in his fucking head. His own people loathe him. The world loathes him.

He is HITLER with no balls, that's all. That's why he goes sticking his finger up Ukraine's ass. That's as much as he dares. HITLER with one ball, systematically invaded every fucking country within reach, and then started World War II to get it all, helped by his Fascist pal Mussolini and his stinky Jap boyfriend Hirohito.

SO? So PUTIN can only manage to ally himself with that fat slanty-eyed midget in North Korea, and uneasily rub up against China. And provide weapons to psycho Muslim bastards in the Middle East. Not quite Hitler, but close enough.

Hitler hated the Jews. Putin is any different? Hitler put the homos in prison with pink triangles on their prison uniforms. Putin wants to kick every homo out of the country and he's enough of a religious fanatic to jail Pussy Riot (ooh, "pussy," something Putin really doesn't like) for singing a few lousy songs in a church. That's Hitleresque.

But why go on? Why bother? We all know that this ugly bald megalomaniac who has a fetish for showing off his nipples, is the Devil on Earth, an intentionally violent and oppressive son of a bitch.

If somebody clawed his dick off and shoved it down his throat and he choked on it, the world would holler HOOOOORAAYYYYY.

Prince Charles, who I don't recall saying anything too interesting or meaningful since he complimented Spike Milligan and even gave a pass to Spike's anti-royal joking, said something about Putin being a bit like Hitler. SO?

Putin got offended? A guy who throws defenseless women into a Gulag of torture and abuse? He's OFFENDED? The Free World is OFFENDED by everything he does. What a hypocrite. What a weasel.

He's pointing to a few mild Nazi incidents in the distant past?

In England Neville Chamberlain didn't wake up to Hitler fast enough, and some stuttering idiot named Edward so busy trying to bone some stupid American bitch that he didn't care if some guy in Germany was causing trouble for Jews. Today we know better, and we know Putin is using Hitler's playbook, and he's been caught at it. Russia is a desperate, despicable country that can't seem to exist without Communism and an iron fist; it has almost zero culture now, almost nothing works over there, and all the people can do is be slaves to Putin or get sent to a Gulag. He rules by fear, just like Hitler did.

So by comparison, Prince Charles is Jesus Christ...Charles hasn't killed anyone...Putin can't say that. Putin was even able to poison a guy who was sitting in an English restaurant sipping tea!

Prince Charles is welcome anywhere, without worry or suspicion. Putin is a dirty weasel, a backbiter, a vicious animal, and saying he's Hitler is actually too much praise. He's a rabid zombie turd...a piece of shit that grew teeth and nipples and a pointy skull...something so vile, loathsome and frightening, it's no surprise he was able to gain control while people ran for cover. KGB...Kocksucking Goddam Bastard...he should just shut his mouth and stop tempting the tolerant nations of the world to shut it for him. He is single-handedly pushing to start World War III and make himself King of the World...that's how stupid he is. Stupid and dangerous...just like Hitler was.

The old fart wink wink Joe Perry hiply honest hairstyle

You like the look?

That's gnarly Joe Perry of Aerosmith.

He seems to have been inspired by Bonnie Raitt. Or "The Bride of Frankenstein."

The idea is to not be a total phony with dyed hair.

Commendable, huh?

Instead...here's this shock of white, which says, "OK, we both know THIS is my real hair color...Johnny Winter Lite..."

So..."Excuse me for dying the rest of it, but I can still get hard, and I'd still like some groupie lips on my dick."

And..."Fuck you if you think it's ridiculous, but a LITTLE honesty is all you can expect from a poncing egomaniacal rock star."

You'd think in 2014 we'd be long over the very corny chest medallions and voodoo and religious chain garbage, and the leather pants and the too long hair and the surly, ugly facial expressions.

But a tuft of white hair...that's sort of a concession to being older than the 45 rpm single.