GAY ICON DIES PEACEFULLY, AND THE GUARDIAN IS ON LIFE SUPPORT

Well, well, he was GAY GAY GAY. FAMOUSLY. HAPPILY. WILDLY. It was time for him to GO GO GO.

He died "peacefully." They always say that.

Is it going to turn out that his reckless lifestyle of dicks and drugs had something to do with croaking at a mere 53?

As for "peacefully" dying, that might just mean that he was given MORE drugs than usual.

Time for the Gays to start picketing every church and claim discrimination because their hero died on Christmas Day.

Interesting, the Guardian chose a far less FLAMBOYANT picture of the dear boy. That's not how he looked haunting men's rooms and careening off roadways.

How do people REALLY remember this guy? Er, this GAY?

They remember the feverish manic-eyed "gotta suck ya cock" pose.

And before that, the girly-girl Clairol hair androgyne. Not a faggy BOY George, a real GAY GAY GAY George, happily promiscuous, showing the world how decadent he was. His attitude was: not only does my music suck BIG TIME, so do I.

These pix below are probably waved around in Mosques: "Look at the decadent white men. The good news is we can knock off dozens in a nightclub, no problem. Or, we wait till they all die of disease. Infidel cocksuckers!"

He had to be a stereotype.

And didn't one of his obnoxious videos feature tacky fashions, and an embarrassing appearance by a D-list Catwoman? 'Fraid so. There she was, wearing some idiotic "it's good to be gay because women are dominatrix crazies" leather outfit, looking old, and storming about in a way that makes campy faggots laugh and laugh and laugh.

But anything GAY GAY GAY is OK OK OK, and as this idiot continued to flaunt his promiscuity in public, his crowd cheered. The only thing they jeered were the medics who wouldn't spend 99.9% of their research time on making sure Georgie and his pals didn't get a fatal disease.

Forget about cancer, leukemia, heart disease, Alzheimer's, Lupus, muscular dystrophy, CMT, and the rest of that JUNK. And definitely forget about Sickle Cell Anemia, because the ONLY minority group is the YOU KNOW WHO'S and they want to be able to have indiscriminate sex in toilets. And if they careen off the road and kill somebody because they're giving each other handjobs in the front seat of the car, well, that's NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS. NYAAAA.

Of course, nobody loves a fairy when she's 40, so Mr. Disco Dicksuck began to disappear from the charts. No more with the puffy hairdos, and then forget about the overtly creepy stubble-face crap. He was STILL making albums as late as 2014? Did anyone buy a copy?

Yes, it's a surprise George decided to top Rick Parfait and add his cream to the dessert of 2016 deaths.

But check out the last paragraph of the Guardian article. Why, it's a plea for money. What next, a Paypal TIP JAR?

The deadly reality is: there are so many Gawkers and Deciders and Huffity-Poofter websites stealing and re-writing news, ACTUAL newspaper sites that PAY for Associated Press and even have a REAL newspaper for sale in a STORE, are getting queasy.

The Guardian's "PARADIGM" is to beg for money. Maybe they'll try GOFUNDME next.

Other newspapers, who decided to put all their attention on WEBSITES and start phasing out newsstand sales, are trying another tactic: BIG warnings saying, "WE SEE YOU ARE USING AD BLOCKER. YOU CAN'T SEE OUR CONTENT UNLESS YOU TURN OFF AD BLOCKER."

The L.A. Times pays a fortune to Search Engines to get some lurid bullshit stories placed high on "Today's News," and then...HA HA, "You can't see this article...We NEED our ADS to SUPPORT US! Play FAIR!"

Too bad, Guardian and L.A. Times and all the rest of you. It's a Huffity-Puffity world. It's a world where GOOGLE is KING. People would just as soon get made up bullshit, slanted stories, and Kardashian photos 24/7, so YOU aren't in much better shape than George Michael.

Fact: there's no major news story (including the death of a vain no-talent disco dipshit) that can't be found on a dozen different websites or on blogs. Don't expect donations, or the removal of ad blocker.

What's the worst thing that happens? Newspapers go under? Great. No news. We don't have to hear about obnoxious once-famous gay singers who died. We don't have to hear the latest threats from Trump. We can just buy a fucking paper if we want one, watch the news on TV, and FORGET ABOUT THE INTERNET as a reliable source for anything.