To be MILES away from MILEY and the CYRUS VIRUS

"Pop Culture" could drive you to drugs. And you'd be better off.

I don't mean the drugs idiots like Miley Cyrus and her fans love...like meth and cocaine.

Tranquilizers. It's real tempting. Take tranquilizers and petty stupid shit...idiots in the news, moronic neighbors...no longer have the POWER. POWER? The power that shredded nerves give them. When your defenses are down, you're way too vulnerable and things that shouldn't bother you are irritating, and things that are irritating chafe and draw blood.

Miley Cyrus? If this was Iran, she'd have her tongue cut off. End of aggravation. But we're better than Iran.

We have better drugs. Some of them imported from Iran and its allied countries.

Hey, another good thing is to make Miley pay, literally. Jim Farber is one of the lucky ones. His view of this cunt is accurate...because instead of taking tranquilizers he takes a pay check from the Daily News. So he gets even and gets paid for it.

There aren't many rock writers anymore. Newspapers rarely review music, just as they barely have book reviewers. Apparently well tenured, Jim actually reviews rock concerts, a big album, or gets to comment on something like the great Miley Cyrus shockeroo:

"By letting her tongue lay lazily out of the side of her mouth like a dog on a hot day, and grinding her crotch like a sex worker who’s seen happier times, Cyrus titillated and appalled millions — a sure-fire formula for modern success…Check Twitter...more than 306,000 messages sent per minute….In terms of hard sales, Cyrus likewise soared on impact...." Why complain too much when you're making money writing about it? The more money you get, the milder the slams, too. Farber isn't anxious to get into a war with Cyrus and her bunch...the ones who went after Kelly Clarkson...

Clarkson Tweeted a good one, saying Miley came off like a "pitchy stripper." Which led some nobody, some Best Fag Friend of Miley's to Tweet back that Kelly's "old" and fat and no longer a star.

Meanwhile Farber went on to note the "disquieting" aspect of Miley's "not-quite womanly looks" and the “kinda kiddie-porny” aspect of a performance where she was prancing about with guys in teddy bear suits as backing dancers. But he also noted it all "scores a bull's-eye on the supremely prized outrage-o-meter. It doesn’t seem to matter that her moves appear more than a tad desperate, not to mention obvious. Cyrus has been trying to “grow up” for years now, going back to her “kinda incesty” photo shoot with her dad in Vanity Fair. Her new album is her first affixed with a Parental Advisory, via pre-order. The CD will also be her first off the kiddie label of Hollywood, having migrated over to the grown-up RCA imprint. It’s a route taken by earlier stars, most obviously by Britney Spears, when she wanted to go from teen-scamp to the Madonna-of-her-moment. Cyrus’ transition creeks just as badly. Luckily for her, self-consciousness and cravenness count for nothing against what really matters: dominating the conversation..."

Indeed indeed. Well said...mildly said. 'Cause Jim has been doing it for decades and getting paid, so that takes some the edgy anger away. When you're a "have" and not a "have not," you are much tolerant. Oh it's GOOD to have that bottle of tranquilizers, or that pay check coming at the end of the week, or somebody -- cop, publicist or landlord -- who gives you respect and takes action when you ask and doesn't let the asshole keep farting around and bothering you.

Last word on Smiley Virus...

I thought it was amusing that Robin Thicke's mother was upset that this little bitch grinded against her totally innocent, totally wonderful son. Who happens to be capable of making his own decisions, was acting like a moron himself, and looks a bit old to be a teen idol or on stage with a teen idiot.

Love the picture of Gloria? Best of all...it's FREE. FREEEEEEEEE.

The Daily News didn't have to pay for it. Fair use. Grab a screen capture and give credit, that's all. Don't pay ME a dime, or another photographer.

See, in the old days, I might've gotten paid for a Gloria Loring photo. The newspaper would've contacted several photo agencies, asked for a "picture of Gloria looking upset or nauseated," found an awkward picture where she's making an unintentional face of despair...and PAID ME. Or whatever photographer they used. It used to be quite a kick to get a little "present" in the mail...the photo agency sending me a check and letting me know a photo of mine was used on TV, in a book, or in the pages of People Magazine. Nice. In a case like this, I could lighten up about a jerk like Miley and think, "Well, she put a few dollars into MY bank account..."

I knew Robin Thicke's father is Alan, the sitcom dope. I didn't know his mom was THE Gloria Loring...one of the minor and forgettable singers who might fill time singing a cover of "Fly Me to the Moon" on the Sullivan Show or "Hollywood Palace." Interesting when the spawn of two celebrities ends up more famous than either, and for no reason.

Great...I know Gloria Loring + Alan Thicke = Robin Thicke. And Robin appeals to thick-headed disco dancing dunces and some moronic Miley fans.

Blogging about it has brought only temporary relief...and no money.

Borrowing a once famous phrase uttered by Margaret Hamilton, back when pop culture had some culture to it...

"What a world...what a world..."