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Cherie Racette wife of Stupid-looking Warden - Sticks Up For Him

Stand by your retard!

You didn't know the Warden at the prison where "Tillie" Bitch Mitchell fucked and sucked two murderers was such a stupid-looking fool?

THANK YOU FARCEBOOK.

These days, any news article is bound to be CHEAPLY illustrated with FREE FARCEBOOK PHOTOS.

Apparently if you throw photos on FARCEBOOK, you are permitting them to be seen by everyone, FREE, so you don't really have copyright on them. Especially if you're a public figure and newsworthy.

Hey, let's have ANOTHER EMBARRASSING FARCEBOOK PICTURE OF THIS IDIOT WARDEN!

IF I'M BEING HONEST, I feel badly for this Down Syndrome Autistic Shitpile of Fat.

He was just another boring, overpaid public servant.

He was fired because that's what you do. You scapegoat. He and his wife should know that. It's especially what you do if you're a political hack like Andrew Cuomo, the whiny-voiced wimpy son of Mario Cuomo (also a New York governor).

Scapegoating happens all the time. When a football, baseball or basketball team doesn't win, what does the owner do? Fires the coach/manager, that's what.

The thing is, you're being paid WAY MORE THAN YOU DESERVE IN THE FIRST PLACE. And it's an easy job.

This moronic-looking zit had his zillion vacations (hey, Fourth of July weekend coming up) and did an ADEQUATE job.

He was paid $132,000 to be a moron who sits in an office and has no idea that his employees could be having sex with killers and plotting to set them free!

Look, this warden wasn't exactly doing his job too well. No public servant does. It's surprising there aren't more prison breaks, more derailed trains, more corrupt cops, or more stupid goggle-eyed dimwit mayors and governors, too.

New York taxpayers had to PAY ABOUT THIRTY MILLION DOLLARS because "Tillie" Bitch Mitchell wasn't being satisfied by the hulking slob husband who took her away from her first husband.

SOMEBODY should pay for that, and if it's the Warden and a few other stooges, that's how it is.

Cuomo should resign but he's not going to.

So ya got FIRED, Warden. Fuck you. You got a pension anyway, right? You and your stupid wife will be posing for even more ridiculous FARCEBOOK pictures.

Oh. The Daily News piece reiterated that "Tillie" the Bitch Mitchell fucked BOTH prisoners.

Wow, wanna read that line over again? Tillie's ugly vulpine husband Lyle sure had a BIG NOSE.

Ugly Freakish Caitlyn Jenner couldn't "rock" a rock thrown at her Ugly Head

The Empress is a FREAK. Let's have some truth, can we?

Caitlyn Jenner is a distorted, disgusting, delusional dick in a skirt. And when and IF this monster has the Big Snip, all that Caitlyn Jenner will be is a castrated man being humored into thinking he's female.

Be honest. If you saw that Bride of Frankenstein tottering toward you, would you say, "She ROCKS" that dress? Or would you throw rocks at her instead? If only to keep her away?

It's just so sickening how the media insists that Viley Virus and Kim Kuntrashian are BEAUTIFUL and TALENTED, and sickening messes like Bruised Genitalia "rock" dresses.

We used to be taught valuable lessons in stories like "The Emperor's New Clothes." In that one, a child was applauded for telling the truth.

Now? That child couldn't tell the truth. The child would say: "That's a MAN in a dress, who thinks he looks like a woman. But he looks like an ugly man in a dress."

And the kid would get smacked in the face and no dessert for a month. Awwwww. Learn to lie, kid.

Fuck "Old White People" - Put Them to Death

Listen, there's nothing wrong with reverse racism, is there?

As long as it puts down white people?

If I wrote that rap concerts only appeal to "young black people" and something needs to be done, that would be RACIST.

So would this one: "There are too many Latinos in the Bronx. How about we subsidize white families and bring them in, with free food stamps?"

But reverse racism is just fine:

Christ, last thing you want is an audience of well-behaved OLD WHITE PEOPLE.

The staff that allowed this story to be printed is either affirmative-action COLORED, or contains a few self-hating hypocritical white idiots who feel guilty. Not so guilty they'll relinquish THEIR jobs, but guilty enough to put in a racist headline suggesting there's something wrong with an art form that only attracts white audiences.

How do you make sure white audiences don't have a place to go? Ah. Let's hire, on the basis of color and not ability, a black dancer. And so she won't be lonely, why not chuck most of the white dancers and have dancers "of color?"

Because it won't put GREEN into the box office????

We all know that blacks aren't big fans of ballet. NOBODY is a big fan of ballet. When the old whites die off, they won't be replaced by BLACKS.

Classical music venues, opera venues and ballet venues are all suffering because OLD WHITE PEOPLE are dying off, and the remaining white ones who might go to these arcane art forms aren't as affluent as they used to be. So they stay home.

Hitler used to say that ethnic cleansing and promoting one race over another is a GOOD idea. So does the American Ballet, who will promote a black ballerina as the best alternative to the decline of "old white people" in their audience. Well, fuck "old white people" in general. That's been a tradition. CBS kicked Red Skelton and Jack Benny and "Gunsmoke" off the air for appealing to "old white people."

Forget the American notion of allowing ALL people to be represented, and that GOOD ART, of ANY KIND, should be promoted whether it sells or not. That's how Public Broadcasting became popular...an alternative to the major networks pandering to the lowest common denominator...which today is shitty reality shows aimed at blacks and Latinos and rednecks.

Affluent black people take their "culture" with them, IF I'M BEING HONEST. They won't go to the ballet just because a nigga is dancing around in a tutu. It ain't a Desmond tutu. Blacks would rather go see a jungle show like "Lion King." They'd rather to go a museum that has an exhibit of African art. The older affluent blacks like jazz, jazz and more jazz. They'd be running a revival of "Porgy and Bess" on Broadway except the music was written by a white Jew named Gershwin.

PS, there aren't many classical ballets written by Blacks. Blacks are not going to see "Swan Lake," yo.

Awwww. And you know what's the biggest tragedy? The Ballet company can't hire a MUSLIM, because Muslims would insist that the ballerinas dance in burkas.

"Oh, I write haiku poems about Godzilla on Facebook..."

What do you do when your big controversial hit happened while you were still a teenager? And nobody listens to it now, because a condescending tune about a white girl making out with a black boy is nothing novel?

What do you do when your biggest hit was about how you were a pimply loser at 17? As you limp past thirty, and forty, and fifty, and further, can you STILL keep singing that fucking thing?

OK, you do have some psychotic and alienated songs, like the one about meeting up with an ex-boyfriend and shrieking "You have a lovely life." The refrain is a murderous "I live alone...I'm not afraid." But YOU really don't give a shit about ex-boyfriends because you came out lesbian. But you sing it anyway.

You sing all three and other tunes when you play lesbian coffee shops where you're cheered because you're a lesbian. Venues Paul Simon or James Taylor or even Judy Collins would play? Nope.

What ELSE do you do with your time?

Ah. You go on Facebook with literally hundreds of bad haiku poems about GODZILLA of all things.

Following some people on Facebook is about as healthy as walking into an open manhole and falling 20 feet into sewer water.

Hey, Media Whore Chrissy Teigen - Shoot Yourself, It'll be Great Publicity!

I never heard of Chrissy the Low-Class Cheese-Faced Half-Breed Slut Monster before today.

And that's saying something, when virtually any ugly mongrel tramp is unavoidable on the Internet. And that includes Rumer Willis, who hasn't even showed off her skanky naked ass yet.

Today? Jesus Fucking Christ. Chrissy Links. TONS of them with the same stupid story.

What the FUCK did this bitch do to deserve all this attention?

She did a Viley Virus, and kept on posting a topless picture of herself. As in "Nyaa nyaa, I'll keep re-posting, like some fuckhead with a Beach Boys album to give away."

As in, "It's Freedom of Speech! I'm a Feminist! Free the Nipple!"

As in, "Why doesn't Julian Assange show his ass, too? Let's have total transparency when it comes to useless pieces of shit who should be six feet under?"

INSTAGRAM, to its amazing credit, doesn't like its media whores to be topless. So Chrissy kept posting there, FOR THE PUBLICITY.

It's pathetic, huh? She could post her nudie shots on her own website.

Despite Instagram's admirable restraint, you can type in TOPLESS on other major sites, including EBAY, and see THOUSANDS of photos much more explicit that Nipple Girl's self-promotion. You can type TOPLESS on Google and not come up for air for a week.

So all the idiot sites, TheDecider, Gawker, Retard Times, Huffingcock & Stuffingcock, etc., ran blurred shots of the great Chrissy Teigen's titty.

Meanwhile, in a zillion forums, and on a million blogs (make it a million and ONE, but I'm documenting, not admiring), the completely naked one has been shown. Tit-da!

She's grimacing like she's smelling her own crotch.

If this Down Syndrome doll turns you on, with her pretzel pose and fugly expression, you must be one desperate squirrel monkey.

Speaking of which, this pathetic dirtbag is apparently married to diarrhea-faced overrated stupidly named octaroon "Johnny Legend." He's no Legend. He's not even Lionel "Star of Glastonbury" Ritchie Bitchie. But in this talent-starved world, all that a "Johnny Legend" or a Pharrell has to do is stand there and croon and be mocha, and everyone cheers.

Meanwhile, since "REALITY SHOWS" are such important news, TheDecider, The Illiterate, The Plagiarist, and the rest, are front-paging Johnny and his slut for being on...a REALITY SHOW...OOOOH OOOH.

And what did they doooo, oooooh ooooh?

Ha ha ho ho hee hee, JOHNNY told the world that the pet name for Chrissy's fishy, slobbering cunt is "clovis."

Please, don't tell Putin, or the balance of power will shift.

We're supposed to watch this shitty show, or click the link, or jump up and down and roar because some bitch calls her twat "clovis." Harrrrr harrrrrr, me hard-ons. What is more exciting than THAT?

As to the three very ordinary turds who are in the picture above, well, not only can ANYONE be on YouTube, ANYONE can be on a reality show and bore the world and get paid for it.

Who is so lonely and pathetic that they want to watch THOSE THREE assholes smirk and giggle and blabber inanities?

As for the "clovis" anecdote, it doesn't get any funnier or more interesting no matter how breathlessly it's spun.

Real news would be Chrissy "Clovis" Teigen putting a bullet in Johnny Legend's head, sucking on the warm gun for a moment, and then firing one up into her own skull.

Add Caitlyn Jenner pistol-whipping Kanye with her dick, and then the entire Jenner and Kuntrashian Klan all drinking tainted Kool-Aid and dying, declaring "The End is Here," and you've got a HAPPY FUCKING DAY.

Reality Show "NEWS" - What a Concept

The late Robin Williams' catch-phrase was "Reality, What a Concept."

Reality caught up to him, and unfortunately, REALITY SHOWS are depressing, not amusing many more just like him.

It's only gotten worse, because "Reality" stars are now considered "newsworthy," and all the papers ever seem to report on is Kuntrashian, famous for being famous.

When a "reality" show has a final episode, like "The Bachelor" or "American Idol," the results are NEWS.

It's one thing for faked-up cheaply made "reality" shows to infest TV screens, but now, lazy news media have decided THIS shit is actual NEWS.

Today's Daily News had a big feature on...an episode of a fucking reality show! The report, on the front page, was really nothing but a big ad saying "watch how a woman got breast reduction on "BOTCHED," a "reality show" about corrective plastic surgery."

Jesus Fucking Christ. First off, who wants to see nauseating "semi-censored" (oooh, blurred nipples) pictures of some skanky strip dancer's lumpy boobs?

And how is a TV show filmed months ago possibly news? Especially when it's all been staged, from the doctors announcing "this will be the most challenging, risky procedure we've ever done" to the weepy interviews with the tearful patient?

This "news" story — like the ones promoting the Kuntrashians, Jenners, Honey Boo Boo, and so many others, is NOT REAL and is NOT NEWS.

What we've got is "The Daily Freak Show."

This is what it takes when the only other news out there involves race-monkeys. Yes, race-monkeys.

We're rather read about wacky fake tits and whether Britney is getting along with Iggy than see dead bodies courtesy of ISIS and other race monkeys.

Reality is race-monkeys immigrating somewhere and not learning the language or customs, and race-monkeys raping people of other races, and race-monkeys demanding money and services from other races. And most certainly, the worst and most idiotic of race-monkeys believing that God is smiling down on them and telling them to kill everyone else.

So, biding one's time before a miserable encounter with a race monkey? "REALITY SHOWS" featuring white trash.

That's a big joke on you, Rice Dick

A pure, chaste girl working among powerful CEO weasels involved with Wall Street, hedge funds and banking. She was a mere "part-time model" who somehow got a job only because she's brilliant at business and knows the intricacies of investment strategy. Right?

She became the prey of a pushy chink who didn't know that she already has a black boyfriend banging her. Ohhhhh, the tragedy. Give the girl EIGHTEEN MILLION DOLLARS!!

Prejudice! It's hard out here for a pimp. That guy is only going to get a portion of her EIGHTEEN MILLION.

Sexual harassment! Sexual harassment! What could make her feel better about having sex? Money? Hmmm, wouldn't that make her a whore?

As for Mr. Rice Dick, that's ok, you'll make back the EIGHTEEN MILLION quickly enough.

(Now, how the Daily Fail totaled up EIGHTEEN MILLION out of 1.5 million + 1 million + $500,000 I don't know. Maybe they need to hire this brilliant intern to help them do some math?

PS, how does an "INTERN" who technically has no skills yet, collect a million bucks for losing her job? As if she was going to make a million bucks had she stayed?

There are a lot of creeps like Rice Dick, IF I'M BEING HONEST. I mean Chinese businessmen. You might feel sorry for them. They are goofy-faced, tiny-dicked, and they desperately want the status of walking around with a white woman.

Wanna bet this guy's wife is Asian?

If I'm judging from the Chinese Wall Street prick I had the displeasure to know, this guy is obnoxious to his neighbors, throws his weight around, and threatens that he has "enough money" to "do damage."

The prick I know actually went to a white female neighbor, accompanied by three other menacing Chinese bastards, and let her know that if she ever complained about his loud behavior (he had a full set of exercise equipment and a treadmill directly above her bedroom) he'd "take care of" her.

He did the same thing to another neighbor. He and his white wife and their ugly adopted son left the building for a month so he could renovate and expand into the next door apartment and have more luxury for themselves. While they stayed in an expensive leased home for a month, the neighbors were treated to non-stop drilling and hammering. But I digress.

Congrats to that poor white virgin girl who collected EIGHTEEN MILLION for one night of consensual sex with a rice dick. She and her black pimp can now laugh and spend the booty all over town.

How Farcebook Can Kill a Morning

No, no, I can't check FARCEBOOK first thing in the morning.

It's worse than the NEWS.

First off, I was bombarded by idiotic memes, most of them unfunny and on topics I don't care about.

Next, celebrities telling me where they're doing concerts (thousands of miles away from me, thanks). And worse, NON-celebrities bragging about stupid shit they did in some local dump. Here's a NON-celebrity who tagged a celebrity I follow, JUST so MORE people could read his pathetic bragging.

A no-talent ugly amateur asshole who does clown shows and Grade Z local plays.

Oh, that gave me a lift with my morning coffee. NOT.

PS, I don't drink coffee. But after checking Farcebook, maybe a morning dose of St. John's Wort would be helpful.

Hmm. How about a game. Some mental stimulation. A little creativity anyone?

What's this?

Ah, a STUPID idea for a game, and it's being wrecked by an over-posting witless pest, of course.

One of the sad truths about FARCEBOOK is that you don't find a lot of people who think like you and appreciate the same things. You are looking for people to help you form a reassuring clique against the mob of morons. Instead you're overwhelmed by MORONS.

This guy took what could've been a mildly amusing word game and destroyed it by taking EVERY movie, and adding BACON into the title, whether it made sense or not. Whether it was funny or not. He overwhelmed anyone else who tried to add something (something that was better than his, of course!)

CURB YOUR ENTHUSIASM, puppy.

Naturally, he got several "nice" comments about how he "won" the game. He couldn't be topped.

Lastly, no FARCEBOOK morning would be complete without several "feel sorry for me" sob sisters talking about an upcoming operation, a heartbreaking news item (usually involving a puppy) or pointing to a GoFundMe page where "anything you can spare would be appreciated."

Yeah, I needed to see THIS:

I've blocked so many people, including my longtime friend Weelsby Woods. I've also ticked "keep as friend but don't see their posts," but the eyesores just keep coming.

So I went over to Twitter to see what my intelligent friends are saying.

Problemas para Donaldo

You can follow that line about Trump easily enough.

It's amusing to pick out bits of Spanish, but it's disgusting when you HAVE TO.

This is North America, NOT South America.

It's a bit ironic that the rednecks are screaming about loving their fucking Confederate flag when in another generation, they'll be shouted down by Latinos. As in: "We want to fly the Mexican flag! We're PROUD of our heritage! We remember the Alamo...for how we killed your heroes, Davy Crockett and Daniel Boone. Ha ha!"

Today's NBC evening news was dominated by Donald Trump's troubles: his beauty pageants being kicked off Latino cable TV stations and NBC telling him they won't broadcast it in America.

NBC's half-black anchor, Lester Holt, smugly announced that NBC was proud of their stance on minority issues. So fuck Freedom of Speech, let's not allow a man to state his opinion under threat of economic sanctions. You fuckers don't even treat Iran like that anymore! NBC declared their sympathy to the Latinos minority. NBC estimates Latinos are only about 20% of the population -- a mere FIFTY MILLION PEOPLE.

Minority? That's ONE in FIVE. If you were told ONE in FIVE will come down with Lyme Disease this summer, you'd be damn well concerned.

It's much more than ONE in FIVE in urban areas like Los Angeles and New York City. You might not see too many Puerto Ricans in Wyoming, or Mexicans in Alaska, but it's more like ONE in THREE in certain areas. Like THE BRONX.

I turned off the news to do some cleaning. I opened a box of kitchen scrub pads and saw THIS:

"That's my argument, restrict immigration!" Groucho Marx.

Groucho said it in a Marx Bros. comedy. THIS is reality. NBC was whining that Latinos are ONE in FIVE, a mere FIFTY MILLION in America. How come it's ONE OUT OF TWO languages on every fucking product I buy?

What's America now, a fucking greasy version of Montreal?

Bilingualism is a fucking headache. Why print instructions in both English and Spanish if Latinos are merely a "minority" no better than, say, Chinese, or Muslims or Poles or Russians are others who speak different languages?

This is what pisses me off, and there's no excuse for it. Every generation that came to America learned to speak English. Most Americans are children and grandchildren of foreign-language speakers. They were Italians. Poles. Yes, even Mexicans. The Hebrews, Chinese, Greeks and Russians had to learn an entirely new alphabet.

Now this new generation of Mexicans (plus Puerto Ricans and South Americans) have multiplied and become a lazy majority, forcing the entire country to go bilingual. They've intimidated every company into offering Spanish translations. They've pressured NBC and everybody else to make it un-PC to even state a pretty factual point of view. We all know Trump's an asshole, but he's not THAT far off in what he said. Illegal immigrants include a lot of criminals. They fuck up the economy.

Dios mio. The tragedy here is that Spanish is a lovely language. Who wouldn't want to learn it, and help out people who are struggling? But damn it, now it's mandatory. Every broadcast has the SAP channel where Latinos can get a simultaneous translation. Illiterate? Don't worry, you don't even need subtitles, you'll have a Spanish announcer call the ballgame for you, or actors and actresses dubbing every line. That's outrageous.

Who the fuck needs the clutter of another language on an American product box? Especially when it's making it easy for ONE group to NEVER speak English? Está incorrecto! (It's WRONG.)

Debt? Oh, just Emigrate, you lovely Greeks and Puerto Ricans

What's this KERFUFFLE in the papers today?

Greece shut down all their banks?

Oh, and the very competent governor of Puerto Rico announced his country is 70 BILLION DOLLARS in debt?

Well, Greece, you should just do like the Pakistanis have done, and all the self-righteous Muslims, and emigrate to Great Britain. You're entitled. The British OWE YOU. Nevermind how, they just DO. Remind them it's the "white man's burden" or something.

Puerto Rico, of course, is not that far from Nueva York, and since a million or more already live in NYC and only a fraction of them speak English, all YOU lot are set. Just demand that America pay for boats and planes, and welcome you with public housing, welfare checks and food stamps...and all paperwork in Spanish, por favor!

No such thing as living within your means, just breeding out of control and doing as you please, and expecting England and/or America to handle the mess. Immigrants, unite! And barge right in and start dictating. Maybe you can twist the arm of Germany or Italy (they already feel bad about that ethnic cleansing shit in the 1940's). If you can stand cold weather and stupid people who like James Last music, head up toward Holland and Denmark.

But China? Russia? NO WAY. They don't take to parasites.

Moz Review - NY Post is Hard Up for Pepperoni

At the risk of seeming un-PC, I don't know what a guy with a name like a Pakistani restaurant appetizer is doing reviewing rock music. Especially Morrissey.

Mr. Phull (of shit) opened his review by, get this, quoting some asshole in the audience who wanted a pepperoni pizza.

This asshole can't possibly be a Morrissey fan, and should've stayed home and shoved a pepperoni up his fucking ass.

Are we reviewing MUSIC or idiots in the audience?

Hard-up Phull of shit can talk to a monkey from the DOMINICAN REPUBLIC about pepperoni pizza. Just as I can say that some idiot Pakistani or Indiana or whatever he is, can't possibly understand British rock.

I also question his line about "meat-eating Morrissey maniacs." If you really ARE a Morrissey maniac, you respect the Moz's view on meat. You don't gripe about it. You go, and you shut the fuck up. What happened to spending two fucking hours LISTENING with your MOUTH CLOSED? Why do you have to eat hot dogs during a fucking concert? You can't wait two fucking hours?

Also, Moz had an opening act. It's entirely likely that the very affluent homos of New York went simply to see Debbie Harry, and they stayed for Moz only because they figured another hour of ass-in-chair would make it warmer for the boyfriend's dick.

The review was titled "A Vegetarian Snoozer." Do you suppose he'd review a Leonard Cohen concert and call it a "Jew Snoozer?" Too bad the homo clique controls so much of the media, because there's no way that a Sam Smith show would be called "a Gay Snoozer."

As for the actual MUSICAL part of the review, once he was through hissing and clucking about vegetarianism, what Phull (of shit) had to say was all too predictable.

Anyone who has been to a Moz concert (or, come to think of it, a Macca, or an Elton, or a Dylan, or Elvis Costello, or Davies) knows that none of these people can stop your mind from wandering. A few songs here and there are not going to impress you. Or the assholes around you are going to distract you. Fer Chrissake that even applies to Viley Virus and Madonna and Lady Gaga who, after a while, run out of costume changes. Their repetitive music and dumb aerobic dance moves get numbing.

Here's what Phull (of shit) wrote on his free ticket. I mean, once he was through talking to some mongrel from the Dominican Republic about pepperoni pizza as a God-given right:

But the ex-Smiths frontman has some of the most avid followers in music, and even with the limited refreshments, the Moz army filled the Garden in droves.

That quiet disgruntlement turned into quiet disinterest, as the 56-year-old turned in a humdrum set. Although his voice sounded resplendent (especially considering his recent health problems), all those years spent proudly living in a shell are starting to date Morrissey.

The mid-tempo indie rock of songs such as “I’m Throwing My Arms Around Paris” and “The Bullfighter Dies” filled so much of the set that after a while, each one bled anonymously into the other.

He was far from generous with his back catalog, too, choosing to unearth tracks like the 1997 dud “Alma Matters” instead of dipping further into the myriad of undisputed classics he has at his disposal.

Perhaps most disappointing is the waning of that famous Morrissey wit. Hearing him adolescently preach “each time you vote, you support the process” on “World Peace Is None of Your Business” (a track from the 2014 album of the same name) felt like a blunt, rusty nail compared to the elegant, razor-sharp barbs he’s written in the past.

There were at least some chuckles to be had from his between-song banter, which included a dig at next year’s presidential election. “There are only two possible presidents to my mind,” he said. “One is Jon Stewart, and another one is Bill Maher. Otherwise, forget it.”

The animal snuff film that accompanied the Smiths cover “Meat Is Murder” drove Morrissey’s pro-vegetarianism point home. (He thanked the Garden for going “cruelty-free.”) But while his conviction is admirable, it was a harsh end to a show that was already painfully short on actual entertainment value.

The night’s color — both figurative and literal — was added by Blondie, who opened the show at Morrissey’s request. Debbie Harry sang the hits with panache, including a joyous version of “The Tide Is High” (assisted by the brass band What Cheer? Brigade), before draping herself in a rainbow flag in celebration of NYC Pride Weekend. Even at 69 years old, her fabulousness refuses to fade.

I think the last line about Debbie Fucking Harry tells you all you need to know about Phull (of shit). He's a drag queen. Only a drag queen would use a word like "fabulousness." No, there's nothing really that "fabulous" about her, and I interviewed her well before she became a botox fossil. She's an ok zombie and she had maybe two or three hit songs in her life, and she wears clothes well (and doesn't do too bad when naked and greased up for black photographers). But come on. A "joyous" version of the monotonous "The Tide is High?" There's no such thing as a "joyous" version of a shitty song like that.

Christ, we all know ALL the drawbacks of going to see Morrissey perform. He'll do the gruesome animal abuse footage. He'll be opinionated and not always with sardonic humor. His songs are almost ALL mid-tempo anthems and maybe six of them actually have melodies. So what. You go if you're a fan. Fans aren't critics. And if you're a drag-fag monkey from the Dominican Republic who was only there to glom Debbie Harry's dress and eat pepperoni pizza, stay the fuck home.

Latinos Overpopulate Trump - NBC Caves

What's "Freedom of Speech?" Not much, if the minute you say anything, you're censored and political sanctions are shoved up your ass.

First off, that report is racist, because "Hispanics" prefer to be called LATINO. I have no fucking idea why, but they got offended a few years ago, and began bitching at anyone who used the word "Hispanic."

So we say LATINO here.

There are simply too many Latinos in the world. There's South America. There's Mexico. There's the breeding grounds of Puerto Rico and the Dominican Republic. They've simply pushed, forced and jammed their way into the United States, and overbred once they arrived. They've also pushed bi-lingualism to the point where you can't talk on the phone or use a bank machine without being told, "To continue in ENGLISH, press one. Para ESPANOL..."

To deny this is be ridiculous. To deny that Mexico is a dangerous, psycho country loaded with drug cartels, or that Brazil is a good place to get killed, or Colombia remains Cocaine-land, is also absurd. But it's not...here it comes...POLITICALLY CORRECT to point out that there are now vicious Latino gangs roaming Los Angeles, or that California is a state where fewer and fewer speak English. White people who can afford Latino gardeners and illegal aliens to wipe the baby's ass, will shrug and say, "Oh well, we stole California away from the Mexicans anyway. It wouldn't be so bad if the State became bi-lingual!"

They wouldn't be saying it if everywhere they went, they were denied jobs because Latinos were only hiring their own. But that's better left unsaid, because one thing White idiots don't understand is human nature. Human nature is the same. You hire your own. You like your own. No matter the good intentions, most people will hire their family members first, too. Go to any neighborhood that is ethnic and see the dirty looks you get if you're NOT of that color or race. Unless they're selling to you as a tourist, they'd as soon put a bullet in you.

Trump? This is what he said:

"When Mexico sends its people, they're not sending their best...They're sending people who have lots of problems. They're bringing drugs, they're bringing crime, they're rapists, and some, I assume, are good people."

OK, a bit blunt, but that's what you get. The guy speaks like an ignorant thug, but you'd have to be from another planet, or a rich white jerk in an ivory tower, or LATINO, to deny the basic truth of what he said. The affluent educated Mexicans have no reason to skeedaddle across the border, do they? No. They enjoy their speedboats, for example, and when they slice a British pop singer almost in half, they sip Sangria behind their estate walls, and tell the servant to say: "Sorry, nobody is home. No comment on how your daughter/mother was killed."

The Latinos chose to lay down sanctions on Trump, sort of like Col. Antonio Santa Anna did when he slaughtered Davy Crockett, Daniel Boone, Col. Travis, and anyone who managed to survive to 5,000-to-200 odds at The Alamo.

The Latinos could've said, "We have dignity, and we will work with Donald and show him that we can speak English without an accent, have a dinner without tacos and enchiladas, and offer beauty queens for his pageant whose specialty won't be guitar or flamenco dancing."

Nah. They pulled out of Trump's pageants, boycotted his hotels, and he turned around and did the same. And then Whitey NBC naturally and indignantly sided with their huge market of Latinos and proclaimed that Trump's comments "do not represent those of NBC, and we do not agree with his positions on a number of issues, including his recent comments on immigration."

Immigration? Bring us your poor, your greedy, your drug addicts, your criminals, your jerks who can't speak the language...don't agree with that and you're racist. The fact is, no matter WHAT group, immigrants are a fucking pain in the ass. They are a self-entitled, nasty, lazy bunch of shits, and that goes for the Russians, the Poles, the Israelis, the Irish, and the rest. Trump was right. "SOME, I ASSUME, ARE GOOD PEOPLE," because they've come out of desperation, and they have humility. Most do not. They simply see the United States of Pushovers, where wussies whine about gay marriage, and dribble that Iran should have nukes, and snivel that violent minorities shoudn't be profiled. It's frankly sad and appalling to have anything in common with conservative redneck assholes, but the Liberal dream is mostly that; a dream. Assimilation is slowing down and the percentage of stupid, obnoxious, violent low-grade non-English speaking selfish and loud monkey people has ratcheted up.

And...David Clayton-Thomas is SO PROUD

"OK...they caught David Sweat. He was shot and taken into custody. What's our headline?"

Taking Selfies at an ISIS Murder Site - and James Whitmore's opinion

Millennials are among the biggest douchebags on the planet.

Here's a douchebag with his Selfie stick, happily posing with two giggling sluts at the VERY SITE of a bloody, murderous assault.

Yes, just a day before, a Muslim religious fanatic strolled that beach, firing his automatic weapon at unarmed, half-naked people lying around on the beach.

Ha ha, ho ho, hee hee, "Here we are, enjoying that very same beach, and WE HAVE A SOUVENIR and YOU don't! We're rich and we are enjoying ourselves!"

Isolated incident?

Of course not. It's happening constantly now. A building collapses, people are killed, and Millennial assholes run to get selfies in front of the carnage. They post it cheerfully on Twatter and Farcebook.

People shoot animals...everything from a house cat to a rhino, and they instantly grin and pose for their SELFIE. And their favorite entertainment is looking at the SELFIES from their heroes, like Viley Virus and Kim Kuntrashian.

Today I happened to check around the Net looking for an interview with James Whitmore. Why? Because I got to wondering how he felt about some the "outsider" movies he made ("Face of Fire" and "Black Like Me") as well as the one-man show in which he played heroic American icons such as Harry Truman and Will Rogers. I found an interview he did at a memorabilia convention.

Well, it's nice when one of these idiot conventions does something besides have a star pose for pictures at $20 each. Whitmore was invited to do a 45 minute Q&A session for the movie buffs.

Sadly, this rather pathetic event from the year 2000, held in North Carolina of all places, wasn't that well attended. Periodically you can see redneck crackers from the hotel wandering in the background, going off to piss in the swimming pool or go eat pancakes or something. But a few of the starstruck geeks asked him some good questions. One question was, "How has Hollywood changed over the years?"

Here's his far-reaching response:

"We've all changed. The arts reflect the society. We're all so fixated on those boxes (television sets) we sit around. I don't know how bad it is, but I don't think it's good. We've got to talk to each other more. Now we've got the Internet, and the personal computers. I think we've got to look to each other for whatever we're looking for in life. I just believe that profoundly. It's amazing how much of our lives are influenced by images on a screen instead of the images that are right in front of us; namely our wives, children and friends."

That was 2000. That was before ISIS. Before Twatter or Farcebook. He recognized the danger early on. And I doubt there's a Millennial that would recognize his face, or would even recognize a photo of Will Rogers or Harry Truman. I doubt there's a Millennial that could name a single James Whitmore film or say they saw him on TV. Maybe they might've seen him in "Them," the sci-fi 50's movie in which he battled giant ants, but I doubt it, because Millennials don't care about old horror films, only shit like "Game of Toilets" and stupid "Friday the 13th" movies.

In other words, if he was alive today, nobody would be rushing up with a Selfie Stick saying, "Excuse me, can I get a picture with you?"

Ebay: "We're Just a Venue. That Shaved Slut's Photo is 1940, to US"

When do you suppose THIS photo was taken?

Oh, that's a "risque" image pre-1940, right??

Color film was plentiful, chicks shaved their twats, had navel piercings, hairstyles circa 2015...sure.

Ebay has a nominal rule that your nudie photos have to be stuck in the "risque pre 1940" category. Images after 1940 aren't allowed. Don't ask why that is. Just pretend EVERY photo was taken before 1940, and don't ask your seller to supply a statement of AGE OR CONSENT.

Ebay is just an irresponsible moneygrubbing sicko company that still doesn't give a shit whether sellers offer chloroform, child porn, stolen "revenge porn" images or cater to the worst scum on the planet. They'll nominally stop SOME of the more blatant and obvious items, but this one? Nope. No way. "We're just a venue," they'll say, "we can't tell if this image is from 1940 and we won't ask the seller."

Anyone wondering why the Millennial generation has grown up with no morality?

Breaking a SWEAT - and Daily Beast LIES

Well, well, David Sweat has been captured.

Almost exactly 48 hours since his pal Richard Matt was shot and killed, cops pumped two bullets into the weasel, and hauled him to a hospital.

What fun. If he lives, he'll be able to tell the world if he fucked "Tillie" Mitchell or not, and the fun and games he and his dead pal Matt had while on the run.

He might also sue a lot of rinky-dink "news websites" and newspapers for libel.

I mean, garbage dumps like The Daily Beast.

Read this lie:

A cop was shot FIFTEEN TIMES?

No, he wasn't. He was shot three times.

And only once by David Sweat.

All through this 3 week farce, newspapers were describing this guy as a "stone cold killer," and a man who shot a cop ten, twelve, FIFTEEN times.

The truth? David Sweat was a punk. A stupid fucking punk with a fascination for guns and a snotty delight in stealing both guns and cars.

He was a trouble-making piece of shit when he was first arrested at 17. He was sentenced to 2-4 years, so naturally was out within 19 months.

He then joined a few pals on a career of stealing cars and adding to his collection of weapons. In fact, the trio had just finished some robberies when they were dividing the loot in a secluded playground.

Unfortunately, it wasn't so secluded that it didn't attract the attention of a deputy sheriff. The sheriff was a very courageous and dedicated guy who managed to battle the debilitating problem of Crohn's Disease via painkillers and even some marijuana from time to time.

He could've just gone home and taken a shit or two, or a joint or two, but he was suspicious about a car in a deserted playground. He approached, and yes, the nervous Sweat fired a shot.

It smacked into the officer's already tender stomach, and knocked him down.

Eventually the question was, what to do about this officer writhing around on the ground. One of Sweat's accomplices had the answer, firing two shots, point blank, to the man's face. The officer held up his hands, and one shot pierced his hand and entered his head. The other entered his head, too.

Now, this was a brutal, stupid and vicious act from two punks who were maybe 22 years old. (The third kid didn't fire a shot). But it wasn't all David Sweat, and it wasn't FIFTEEN SHOTS.

How the fuck is anyone supposed to believe the media anymore? "Writers" aren't professional and don't have the time and often aren't paid enough to get it right. At the Daily Beast and TheDecider and the rest of the silly-named farce sites, the important thing is click-throughs and instant hits, and making up the most garish headlines to get the most traffic.

FUCK the TRUTH.

The average person could care less, too. "Oh, he didn't fire 15 shots into a deputy? Only one? Oh, well he's still a bastard." Yeah, but how far do you stretch the truth, how shoddy do you like your reporting, and where's the line between fact and fiction?

We'll probably never get to the truth on some of what happened over the past month. Is David Sweat going to embellish his "exciting" time on the run? Is he going to give lurid details about the sex life of "Tillie" Mitchell or try and deny it all so that she won't go to jail forever? Maybe he'll even feel sorry for her stupid husband, or deny it all so that her husband won't hire a prisoner to put a hit on him?

"Just gimme some truth," the man sang. But there are so many reasons for telling a lot of fucking lies. And I bet that'll include fucking or not fucking "Tillie" Mitchell.

Post's Maureen Callahan: Bitch, read your own paper!

Sapristi. You work for a newspaper. Read it. Get the facts.

Maureen Callahan published a piece today on how the infamous two murderers and Tillie-fuckers escaped prison.

Too bad the bitch made an absolutely glaring factual era in the FIRST LINE.

Whatever happened to JOURNALISM?

Whatever happened to FACT CHECKING?

Back on Friday, initial reports had Richard Matt "gunned down in a hail of bullets," with a few reporters logically assuming that he wouldn't have been killed if he didn't fire some shots at cops.

Then there was a press conference. Yes, within an hour of Matt being killed, the FACTS came out.

Richard Matt had not fired his rifle.

He was seen in the woods, he was ordered to drop his weapon, and he didn't. So he was shot like a sitting duck.

He was shot around 4pm, Friday, New York time. By the 6:pm local news, everyone had the story right. Matt was killed without him firing a shot at anyone. The national news went on at 6:30pm. Richard Matt was killed by a border patrol officer after Matt refused to drop his weapon.

But here, two full days later, Maureen Callahan writes: "Richard Matt was shot and killed after firing on federal agents..."

No. That's not true and it's not good reporting.

If the bitch bothered to read her own paper, and other news sources, she'd know that not only didn't Matt fire his weapon, he was DRUNK.

Reports today say that when the cops reached his body, they could smell the stink of alcohol.

It's entirely possible that this guy, so rattled and stressed by the chase, had guzzled some stolen booze from one of the cabins. He may have gotten so drunk he gave himself away by coughing.

Cops confronted him in the woods after hearing coughs.

Nobody's too concerned that a sharpshooter technically murdered a man who was not pointing a weapon and was most likely too bombed to even know what to do with himself. How long between "Put down your weapon" and the fatal shot? A few seconds?

Too bad Richard Matt isn't black. Then it would be, "Ohh, they shot the BLACK GUY, they wouldn't let him surrender!"

But, bottom line (now that I've reached it), here's yet another example of how you can no longer remotely believe what you read in the papers. Articles are loaded with slanted journalism, typos, and fiction presented as fact.

"Richard Matt was shot and killed after firing on federal agents?" 100% WRONG.

Hooray for LEEZUS - Lee Nelson conks KANYE

I kinda doubt Lee Nelson is a comedian who'd make me laugh, but I sure got a chuckle out of the way he made a monkey out of Kanye West.

As they say, Lee "took the piss" out of the arrogant rapper, mocking his stupid "Weezus" nickname, and his habit of storming the stage whenever he feels like it.

No, Kanye didn't quite have the guts to either push Lee Nelson away or press charges.

He just let a security guard have a bit of the spotlight.

And who wouldn't want to have their picture taken with Lee Nelson?

Madonna - and the Bitch get Richer - Farm Fraud

"The Material Girl" indeed. One reason people (especially women and gays) admire the badly aging gap-toothed slut is she's "so smart." She re-invented herself again and again. She made a fortune playing the race card and gay card with her endless black guy fucking and pseudo-lesbian headlines. She'd throw in a jab at Catholics now and then, turned Jew when it suited her, became an arch-Conservative and moved to England for a while, and has come back to do the same stupid disco-sex songs with dumbass aerobic "dancing" from Puerto Ricans behind her.

When it comes to real estate and finance? She won't end up in the poor house. She knows where to build every whore house.

Pretty smart on her part.

Find government land in one of the wealthiest "old money" vacation spots in the world, happily plant trees that will merely provide privacy, and get every tax break in the book.

Long Island's lesser areas (inland, middle island, not near the beaches, with no interesting views or quick access to posh shops) are potato farms. There are a few farms that raise other things, but Madge ain't gonna be planting blueberries or strawberries. No way.

She's hired guys to plant Leyland Cypress and Robusta juniper, which feed nobody but give her a lot of greenery and privacy for the 5 million dollar mansion with its eight bedrooms. Ah, that's plenty of rooms for all her favorite Latino men and slutty lady friends.

The locals would probably counter that it's better to sell to Madonna than to have a Kanye West swoop in, buy at any price, and then building compounds for a few hundred disgusting moochers, relatives and loudmouth pals.

After all, the locals were very upset when P. Diddy bought a place in the ultra-white Hamptons when he was more o a "rap nigga" than a "mogul" who might have some class and decorum. The area is still home to all kinds of famous writers, actors, and other superstars. I think Macca bought the Southampton home of Billy Joel, who moved further down the road.

What's galling here is that a classless rich bitch bought the property and is just using it as a buffer so that her security guards can see anyone approaching, while a fringe of trees are like fences all the way around.

Madge is very old fashioned. Aside from whatever properties she still owns in Olde England where she tried to be a cuntry squire, and places in Europe, she has a big townhouse on the East Side of Manhattan. This is another "old money" area, very conservative and quiet, unlike, say, SoHo and NoHo, which she can easily reach via a 15 minute limo ride downtown. Not that the bitch has EVER been seen on the street or in a local store or one of the museums within walking distance.

Ironically the one time I saw her was well before she moved into the neighborhood. This was when she was "Madonna the film director." She decided to shoot a sequence in front of Sotheby's. Her black-shirt Fascist bullies took over the block, with the faggy ones tensely hissing for the plebs to stay well behind the barriers, and the tough guys shoving their bodies around knocking into anyone who was not quite where they should be.

Madge, sans make-up, was a tiny thing, and she looked pretty withered and old, actually. She most definitely didn't look like the glam-whore she does on stage.

It's unlikely the woman will be turning heads in the Hamptons either. Frankly, though it's a very rich area, it's loaded with day trippers and tourists and star-gazers. Seeing Macca or Madonna would drive them into that selfish "I know you don't want to be bothered BUT..." bit.

The Hamptons are actually pretty boring when it comes to shopping. Madge would be more likely to entertain at home, or book some exclusive beach, or book a private room at a posh restaurant. She's not going to pose for selfies or sign autographs while walking around the chic boutiques in the very small resort towns (which are absolutely dead in the winter, with a skeleton number of convenience and hardware stores remaining open).

Ah, the Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous. Give the bitch credit. She still makes a fortune doing the same stupid moves on tour, just as Macca sings the same stupid songs (like "Hey Jude" for ten minutes) every time. Reach a level like that, and even if you fuck up (Willie Nelson and his tax problems) it's not too difficult to earn back millions and millions and once again have a fancy home or two. With LOTS and LOTS of trees.

Stupid-looking Monkey-faced Media Whore Kim Kardashian Buries Glastonbury

The news out of England lately has been fucking tragic.

First and foremost, there's the plague of the Kardashians. In a sane world, the dog and monkey show that is called "Kimye" would be confined to the retards of the USA. Why any other country would want this shit is beyond rational discussion.

Glastonbury should be a celebration of British rock music, which truly became an original worldwide phenomenon from The Beatles on through to punk and New Wave. Yes, Woodstock had some British acts. Nothing wrong with that. But Glastonbury shouldn't be leaning on Americans, and most especially, Kanye West, who is NOT rock.

Just what the fuck he is, I have no idea. He's a thief. The only thing I liked of his was a quasi-rap rock song that "sampled" (stole) from Shirley Bassey's "Diamonds are Forever." At best, once in a while he sings "rack." That's rap-rock.

Speaking of RACK...fugly Kim Kuntrashian has been facing forward, showing her tits, and keeping photographers away from her thunderously smelly behind.

Well, yes, anything to avoid having to look at her retarded llama face.

Kanye's embarrassing presence at Glastonbury opened the door for Brits to ogle his slutty wife. Yes, the one who became famous for sucking cock while a camcorder was running.

Brits should be repulsed at seeing this gruesome cartoon waddling into fine shops where the Queen buys her fashions. Brits should be appalled that their newspapers publish queasy, grotesque pictures of this mongoloid dromedary — and expect the country to embrace her and ind her attractive. Yeah, her fat gobby boobs show through because powerful flashes tend to blast through cheap Spandex. So? Great Britain doesn't have MasturKaty and Snotten and plenty of others? They need this greasy shaved gorilla?

Look at that monster. Why is she look solemn, grim and disgraced? Is it because she knows her stepfather is an ugly freak-woman with fake tits? That her husband is an anus-lipped ingrate who fakes being angry and fakes having talent for designing fashions, and has to pretend to be Weezus or Jeezus or whatever the fuck, because he can't own up to being an ordinary middle-class black kid who had an easy life? Maybe she casts her eyes down because her mother is the world's skankiest whore. Or maybe because of the weight of the dung she uses as mascara. And what's she been sucking that has caused her drooping and deformed lips? She's caked on the fake tan to the point where Kanye isn't sure if this is a white bitch to abuse, or a soul sister who tricked him into marriage.

It is an abysmal and depressing situation when these Kardashians and Jenners and Kanye can go all over the world and be treated like Royalty. IF I'M BEING HONEST, their presence in the headlines is more disturbing than Isis. Isis has a reason for concern. They are insane terrorists bringing havoc all over the globe. The Kardashians bring havoc all over the globe just by being classless, selfish, stupid, gruesome greedy pigs.

Two other bits o sorry news from the UK were learned about through blogs and forums. They involve the real entertainment world (nothing entertaining about Kanye at Glastonbury, or Kim who seems to excite the media in the same manner as an escaped baboon).

Some weeks ago, there was fear that it would be pissing rain at a Madness concert. The truth is, it was just ordinary pissing. It is a dismal fact that even if you like crowds, and like to feed off the "energy" of being in the midst of a happening, that joy deflates when you're surrounded by loudmouths, babbling bozos taking selfies, sudden scuffles and fights, and drunken guys who might wet YOUR pants if you can't stay out of their way.

I went to see one of the greatest stars of all time last year (or maybe the year before), and while I enjoyed the thrill of actually seeing the guy in person, and being part of a "happening," I never got fully into it because I was constantly being distracted by assholes texting, morons shouting conversations to other morons, retards being spastic and jumping up and down like pogo sticks, and/or singing along off-key and substituting "woooo" for most of the lyrics.

So my sympathies go out to anyone trying to have fun and see a favorite band when there's real danger going on, and unhealthy jostling from selfish nitwits and drunken fools. Then there's the plodding purgatory of trying to get back to the car and AWAY from the madding crowd. It's Madness, I tell you!

Lastly, it's always sobering to hear of hell scorching someone's happy world. I wasn't too thrilled with Jim Watt back in 1980 when the plucky American challenger Sean O'Grady lost to him. This was due to a head butt that created a bloody mess and forced a 12th round stoppage. Sean may have been ahead and certainly would've finished strong if he wasn't distracted and looking like he'd been hit in the face with a tomato. Fortunately he would later win a title against another champ. Though Jim didn't stay on top too long, he was a pretty good fighter, and for 20 years or more, the Scotsman has been a colorful, at times amusingly incomprehensible fight analyst, always with an expert view of "punchies" landed.

So it was sad to learn that his daughter, 38, who was quite attractive and had established a TV career for herself, and was married with a five year-old daughter, committed suicide. The guy already had a tragedy to try and put out of his mind in the car crash death of one of his sons, who was only 17. That happened 20 years ago, almost to the month of this new raw, and awful incident. The woman seemed to have paradise...fame, a family, a house...but she took her life. And Jim Watt seemed to have so much to take his mind off his trauma from years ago — a thriving TV career of his own, a wife, two surviving children and a grand-child, too.

Kardashian, who looks like a figure made out of ear wax by a drunken Madame Tussaud, travels around to inflict her ego on the world, doing nothing but being a wretched example of stupidity, loose morals, and petty greed. Jim Watt's daughter couldn't find a way of putting wretched thoughts out of her mind and seeing the positives in her life. Who said life was fair? Oh, PS, Kanye, Kim, FOAD indeed.

Ah, playing to less than 100 people. Always inspiring

I feel strongly that if you're over 30, you're not likely to be able to stand this kind of shit.

I mean, "pay for play" clubs. Or not having to pay, just not getting all that much from the door, because you still have to perform within a 20 mile radius of your home so that you can count on your relatives and ex-classmates showing up. Another 20 miles, and you have to hope you've got a dozen real and true Facebook friends. After that, you're lost.

Here's someone with tremendous talent, yet didn't even get into the Top 5 on "American Idol." She did manage enough attention (and a Letterman appearance) to issue one self-pressed CD. But a tour? No. I think her only major tour was part of the Top 10 American Idols of her season, playing a bunch of outdoor summer fairs.

No, being on TV isn't a springboard for success. Shit, just ask the WINNERS of these fucking shows, most of whom are back home studying for a college degree or working the Wal-Mart cashier shift after Mom's through at 4pm.

It's fortunate that when you're young and naive, enthusiasm and novelty can keep you going long enough to maybe have some fun for a year or two. Then it becomes questionable for a year or two. Then it's on and off thinking about quitting for a year or two. Then the periods of inactivity stretch longer and longer.

Then it's "well, a hobby..." This is the excuse to keep doing it for free, but not so often that your friends resent showing up to "support" you, having to pay a cover price or drink up a minimum at a place they'd normally avoid.

Yeah. Who wouldn't "feel strongly" over a "dramatic" moment from a singer who can actually sing? Too bad this chick rarely even makes it out of a few towns in Massachusetts. Too bad I know quite a few at her age who have talent, put out a CD or two, and just got tired of the road. They got burned out singing the same songs to the same drunks, got bored, got pregnant, got ill, and just plain got nowhere.

There are a few road zombies in their 30's, 40's and even 50's that I'll go see when they come to town (but a lot more that are at the level of ONLY gigging near home). It's a kick when they show up, still at it, with no new product but still, somehow, some kind of infectious and defiant joy in performing.

They usually survive on their own, because if you've got a band with you, it involves lugging equipment, lots of arguments, fucked up egos, bad rehearsals, and general unrest.

There's something just so sadistic and cynical about Dylan's line, "May you stay Forever Young." He's a well-known prick and has a dark side and I'll bet that song has been sung by him with a lot of sarcasm and irony a lot of times.

Nazi Scum who sell Bootleg PDF's on EBAY

Oh, it isn't just NAZI scum who do it.

Housewives in Kansas do it, too.

They go to Kickass and Demonoid and Google blogs, get free PDF books and magazines as downloads, and then turn around and SELL THEM on EBAY.

Ha ha ho ho hee hee.

Why spend a fortune on a real hardcover?

Why even spend money going to Amazon or iTunes and buying a legit PDF?

THIS Nazi bastard has dozens of titles available for EVERY device you might have. Isn't he the obliging bastard?

Want nudie stuff? Of course, of course...

Har har. You can be Adolf the Nazi in Germany, and make money, and not even pay for postage. Can't you? Is it really legal to circumvent the already bleeding postal service and send PDF files via e-mail or a fucking Zippyshare account?

Doesn't eBay have rules against this shit?

Yes, but only sort-of. Ebay doesn't allow "digitally delivered" goods. You can't say "I've got mp3 files, AVI files, pdf files, I'll give you a code to get to my download cloud."

BUT, you can offer pdf's of anyone's books or magazines and, ha ha ho ho hee hee, it's up to the copyright owner to say "Hey, that's my property being duplicated."

Also, eBay employees are SO easily fooled. All a seller has to do is write "free delivery" and that can flummox the average mouth-breather minimum-wage potato head at their Utah compound.

Gosh, free delivery. That must mean sticking a PDF on a disc and mailing it. Duh. Maybe.

And so it is, that the publishing world is now being kicked deeper and deeper into the crapper, because people are not only "sharing" books and magazines everywhere, but making money duping the material and selling it to the "duh, I only know about eBay" folks.

"We are just a venue. You can't red flag an auction and explain why you did it. And we wouldn't ask this guy if he has permission from Penthouse to sell entire years of their magazines on PDF..."

The Killers & the Rednecks of Upstate New York

To some, "Upstate New York" conjures up images of Woodstock, and summer camps, and the Catskills, and wine country. Apple orchards and even farms. But, unfortunately, "Upstate New York" is also loaded with deadbeat assholes and redneck morons.

When the two Tillie-fuckers, both murderers, escaped prison, they knew how easy it would be to find empty cabins and hide in the woods for days at a time.

Cabins like THIS ONE, which they actually used.

The filthy hunter in a red-checked flannel jacket isn't just knocking birds out of the sky in Minnesota or Wisconsin, or hollering "yee haw" while trapping a gator in Florida or shooting the eyes out of a puma in New Mexico. And he ain't just wearing his revolting pizzle beard in South Carolina while blasting possums. He's all over upstate New York slaughtering deer for fun, while listening to horrible bluegrass music and country crap.

The scary truth is that psycho rednecks and hermits can live very nicely in low-rent cabins all season long if they want to, and every now and then there's been the uncomfortable story of home invasion, or of some nut with a rifle setting fire to his neighbors' homes or snipering his enemies until he himself is picked off.

While there are some slivers of expensive land, and some affluent communities (and even a few extremely expensive resorts in rebuilt areas), there are blue collar and red neck hell holes, too, and quite often some grubby Devil's little acre can be uncomfortably close to somebody else's rolling hills of paradise. Yes, there are some truly idyllic spots up there, where you can wade in the water, breathe fresh air, and think you're going to meet Washington Irving or Ben Franklin on the sidewalk outside a rustic inn. But there are shitty small towns that are bland and ugly, and too many wooded areas where rifle bullets fly and deers suddenly cross.

Matt & Sweat had a lot of fun relaxing in these cabins. The one pictured above has a typical arrogant, stupid sign on the pathway: "“Hey Asshole! This ain’t your fucking land!”

That's supposed to alert the "Asshole" that a bigger asshole might be around, and could even be pointing a rifle. This obviously didn't deter Matt & Sweat, who spent days in this well-provisioned cabin, drinking liquor, eating canned goods and survivalist grub, enjoying candy bars, and who knows, turning on the TV to check on any news about themselves. Yes, this is inside the cabin. And God Bless the American Flag.

The two murderers escaped at a very good time. Many gentleman farmers and seasonal home owners don't move into their cabins till the true start of summer...JULY 4th weekend. They take all of July and August off (and if they're school teachers, that's very easy to do). The odds of these two finding empty cabins was very good, and while it gets chilly at night, they still could easily navigate at night by the light of the moon to their next destination, unseen by drones.

There are ads in the paper for CHEAP ACREAGE and CHEAP CABINS NEAR TROUT STREAMS and all the rest of it. While taxes are high in New York State, deadbeat redneck morons can do very well if they're handy with tools and don't mind using an outhouse even. They don't care that much about gourmet food so canned goods and a drive to a cheap fast food joint or diner is fine. As for burglars, well, rednecks aren't likely to own an expensive computer. They also don't waste money on soap.

Not a single report has dwelled on what a repulsive part of the world the prison is located in, or that the fifty square miles around it, are full of dense forests and even denser people.

Sex Symbols are Slobs - Kim Kardashian & Serena Williams

Remember when the magazines were filled with BEAUTIFUL WOMEN?

Now it's THIS pig. This slob. This bint. This whore. This misshapen monstrosity.

The Daily Fail ran the above picture, because it was FLATTERING!

They had an article about how the great Kim Kuntrashian went to the same lingerie shop The Queen uses (no, not the late Danny La Rue) and spent $300 or whatever on a bra.

And oooh, look, here's Godzilla in the shop.

Kuntrashian is now 34. She puts her make-up on with a trowel.

She has boring monkey-hair on her head.

She has shit-brown eyes and thick, Crayola eyebrows that a gorilla might admire.

She's had a ton of surgery just to have facial contours that don't resemble a rotten pie.

She apparently has no teeth (the better to suck off black dick).

And gee, look at this SUPERSTAR meeting: Kuntrashian with tennis ass...er, ace...Serena Williams.

Hold onto your barf bag.

IF I'M BEING HONEST, if I saw these two pigs dressed like that and greeting each other on a subway platform, I wouldn't look twice.

Serena Williams is one of the greatest tennis stars of all time. She's usually conducted herself pretty well, too. But Christ, off the court, that ass looks like she's shoplifting hams. What's with the yak hair? Look at those mammoth horse-thighs and that man-like arm. Yech.

She also looks like she smelled Kuntrashian before she saw her. "Oh, Kim, there was an odor a mile down the road...I followed it and HERE YOU ARE!"

This is glamor today? A moose and an elk locking horns on a public street?

New Ideas? Old Ideas? Both are Gassed & Buried

Oh, FUCK OFF, you Glastonbury Dingleberries. You little shits wanna play Woodstock? You're not as hip as your Granny was. Sure, Yoko COULD be your granny, but she isn't.

Oooh, let's have a FLASHMOB.

Let's pretend it's 1968 and it's Peace in Toronto.

Or go back further and pretend it's Woooooooodstock.

Here we are, clueless Millennials, with our selfies, our lattes, our absolutely shitty music from Viley Virus and Justin Bieber and retread assholes like Mumford and Sons, and we're taking drugs and going topless as if we're hippies or something. But we're just playing games.

PS, we secretly make fun of The Who, and Macca, and even an old fart like Morrissey, and when Yoko performed at Glastonbury we snickered and wandered away to get wasted. We frankly don't know what to do about the future when it could suddenly bite us on the ass tomorrow morning. We could wake up to hear that Big Ben was blown up, a new plague's forming in Africa, and we're all supposed to rave about some new grotesque pig combining the worst of Iggy and Kim and Gaga into one ball of shit.

Har har, peace and love. Har har, IMAGINE...

Imagine what? Imagine the Palesteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeenians taking the Jews' homeland away? Imagine Muuuuuuuuuuslims making everyone in England cook stinky halal food for the school children? Imagine that "Game of Toilets" is actually worth watching and E.L. James is literate? Imagine that any of you idiots would even recognize a photo of John Lennon? Seriously. On Jimmy Kimmel's show, he asked a 13 year-old on the street "WHO IS THIS?" The photo was Lennon. After much head-scratching, the Millennial said, "Uh, is that a Beatle?" Yes. "Is it...JOE?"

Rotten = Nauseating - Johnny, just Go Away

Anyone looking forward to something Rotten?

Not me.

Someone sent me a link to a Rolling Stone teaser about the NEW ALBUM (wowie, zowie, God Save the Queen, gabba gabba hey). From the awful cover (Johnny can't draw...and why he'd want to draw a Native American making a stupid face I don't know) to the enthusiastic descriptions of the songs, it sure doesn't seem fresh or appealing.

Christ, who'd want to buy that? Oooh, Johnny rages about a broken john. He says the Hopi religion is interesting. He admires Bettie Page who was trendy 10 years ago and is now dead. He's making fun of some fashionista and calling her "Turkey Tits" or something. Oh, oh, that Johnny! Who wouldn't pay $10 or $15 for a download or a CD of this?

Anyone ever listen to even their first album more than once? I didn't. You'd have to be in a psycho ward to want to play even "God Save the Queen" a second time. Got it. Guess what, she's still alive and you've been a has-been allllllll this time.

PS, I'm glad Sid Vicious is dead, I don't consider "Sid and Nancy" the world's greatest love story, and I'm not too thrilled Lydon is still alive. And I really don't give a shit about McLaren being dead, either way. Aside from bonking The Three Stooges' "B-i-Bickie" into some kind of stupid punk-disco bastard child, he was a fucking bore.

Punk records are around to remind us how futile and temporary that movement was, and how loaded it was with pretenders and cheap provocateurs.

ICANN Harass You - WHOIS a clever hacker, then?

What, you have a domain? You pay for privacy? FUCK YOU, Hans Demented wants to know who you are. Mephisto von Deathknell wants to know. Hackers and "Spoofers" and Spammers want to know. And they should!

After all, you're not with Google or Ebay, for example. There, your identity is slavishly protected so you can do illegal things. Only a rights owner can ask that a totally anonymous criminal STOP abusing copyright...and that person has to let the criminal know who he is, where he lives, what his phone number is, and what his e-mail is, so that "payback" can be administered for "spoiling the fun."

PRIVATE websites? ICANN wants to let WHOIS tell everyone all about YOU.

Register.Com, GoDaddy and the others are trying to prevent this suspicious new "improvement."

Here's a fact in the REAL world. You can't get into somebody's home, without their permission, unless you've got a search warrant. Nobody's allowed to break open your mail box to find out who is living at your home. So why should any idiot be able to contact ICANN and find out your name, address, phone number, e-mail, and anything else that could help them do something nasty to you?

There's always something stinky going on, and you have to wonder what weasel, what Google power Fascist, what con artist is pushing it and why.

Hair Brain: Ray Hair of AFM? BMI? ASCAP? RIAA? ASSHOLE?

If musicians weren't full of drugs, they wouldn't be giving a sappy grin over a notice sent out by Ray Hair of AFM.

WHAT, the FUCK, you are asking, is AFM?

It's just another sticky bit of goop in the alphabet soup.

If you're a singer or songwriter you could belong to a fucking truckload of unions, and all of them TAKE from you, and give you a small percentage of a very small amount.

Radio play? Oh, that's controlled by ASCAP or BMI. How about records? Oh, that's RIAA. Well what about NARM? What about AFM? What about...

If you visit these offices, you'll find a lot of employees doing very little, and most everyone taking a long lunch. And I haven't even gone into the fucking groups that have decided THEY control podcasts, Internet downloads, mp3 rights, ringtones, etc.

Ask ANY of 'em to do something about piracy and they pass the buck. "No, no, if it's recorded music, it's the RIAA." "No, it's not the RIAA on THAT because it's a bootleg of a concert. RIAA doesn't handle that. It's the song publishers who own the rights. That's ASCAP." "Hell no it's not, ASCAP checks royalties on juke boxes and radio play." "Ah, but you don't get money on radio play if you're the performer, just the songwriter. Or is it the other way around?"

Fact is, any of them could file a DMCA and say, "My client did NOT authorize a free download, or a free stream, or a free GooTube," but they DON'T.

And all this fucking Ray Hair is doing is passing the buck. As in, "I told my membership to "click here to tell your legislator to support the Fair Play Fair Pay Act."

Yeah? Why isn't HE uniting with RIAA, ASCAP, BMI, AFTRA, SAG, and everyone else to push it through? And why did it take Taylor Swift to do what this guy couldn't?

And how much money IS this fucking Ray Hair taking away from the musicians as the head of this useless group?