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

What a wonderful headline it would be:

Obnoxious "Tagger" and Graffiti Faggot DEAD

Not just dead.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I AM BANKSY."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Daily News calls him a "famous tagger."

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

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

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

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

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