Oh Say, Kanye See...Anus Lips West at Glastonbury?

I thought THIS was a fairly amusing meme...

Not amusing at all, is the news that the Black Plague himself, Kanye West, is spreading his sullen, sour, sucky personality and mucky music and "Yeezus" egotism to Great Britain.

WHAT the FUCK? OK, just because I mentioned that Sam Smith is a wimp, and Ed Sheeran a pathetic load of ginger turd, that's NO reason to go to the opposite extreme and import the most overrated rapper-jackass in America.

What IS Glastonbury supposed to be, anyway? A celebration of the talent in England, or a sell-out mudpile that will book anyone that might get hipsters, slackers and stupid people to slog over and shout woo and woot? WHAT?

There has not been a single time I've seen Kanye West perform that I've thought, "OK, now I get it." Only, "No, I don't want it." I recall one awards show where he stomped around in some kind of ridiculous leather dress, bellowed off-key, strained for high notes, and ranted the usual incoherent ape shit over and over before striding away to almost NO applause. And I saw him on SNL, lying on the floor like some fucking martyr, grumbling about nothing, and being a pretentious faker. And no, I didn't find his music or his performance remotely interesting or challenging.

There's a difference between indifference, or outright loathing a style of music, and still thinking, "OK, this IS art, even if it ain't for ME." I don't get it with this douchebag. It literally pains me when I have to waste my time giving a second and third chance to some fuckhead that Rolling Stone and the rest of the media insists is "genius." Or something "new."

No. The Emperor Has No Clothes. Or, bad designer clothes. These hype-meisters who run the media have no taste and have no shame. They simply can't afford to alienate the retards out there by seeming to be old and out of touch. So if the blacks and the kids think Kanye West and Viley Virus are great, then they're great. Start pretending that "beats" is an art form, and Dr. Dre is the new Phil Spector or George Martin. And yes, declare "Yeezus" to be your GOD.

There was a time when popular hacks were ignored by the critics. Nobody was telling the world how great John Denver was. Nobody said "Oh Lord, that amazing Jimmy Buffett." No matter how long he lives, NOBODY is going to seriously give props to Neil Fucking Diamond for his inane and stupid shit like "Cracklin' Rosie" and his pretentious bathos-ballads. There was a time when there was a separation between popular DREK and what was popular and worthwhile. There was The Beatles and there was Freddie & The Dreamers. Even if the music was catchy, NOBODY was saying The Monkees were anything more than a Fabricated Four. Liberace played piano, but Vladimir Horowitz was a pianist.

So now the Emmy show, Oscar show, Grammy show, Fuckapalooza and the rest are all pandering over pathetic pricks and pussies. Oh the joy of having Kanye West being able to boast that another once-prestigious venue is in his pocket. All bow down as he shows up, dragging his drooling chimp and his repulsive Yetti wife with him like THEY are the royal family.

Granted, the talent pool continues to shrink, and the press has to end up mourning the fucking bassist from Toto like this was the passing of Rachmaninoff. But KANYE WEST? Frankly, I had a hard time with previous smoke-and-mirror pretenders like Prince. I never bought into Madonna being anything but a very lucky whore who spread her legs and her influence by screwing black guys, embracing gays, and managing to have every slut in the world identify with her and every normal chick want to secretly be her. As a personality, she intrigued most everyone, even if she had a very plain face and a nothing special body. (Hell, show a guy ANY chick, must less one who dresses like a slut, and he's IN. Or would like to be IN her.)

She had something for everyone and her music was...tolerable? Wasn't it shitty disco mostly? A few pieces of pop poop? I remember when Bette Midler sneered over "Like a Virgin," a simple-minded tune that people somehow adored beyond all logic. Bette: "Like a virgin? The only thing she'll do like a virgin is have a baby in a stable." Close enough. She's had various bastards by various boy toys of varying mongrel pedigrees. But the cunt was annointed as Queen of Women's Lib for stupid shit like "Papa Don't Preach," and of course if you do anything with religious symbolism, even if it's wed to formulaic music that recalls Connie Francis and Brenda Lee, people will come running. Madonna was the MTV darling with "Like a Prayer." Catchy? Yes. Genius? No. But the rock critics didn't have any other cunt to praise for cover stories.

And now it drags lower and lower. Michael Jackson at least did the moonwalk. This fucking Kanye West moves like an arthritic moose. Madonna at least had a few catchy songs you could almost sing along to, but Beyonce? Or is it Rihanna? No, and NO.

Gassed and Buried. It's your funeral, Great Britain, and Kanye's your grave digger. Go find a phrase that rhymes with digger.

(Ahhh, "go figure...")