Leakage: Madonna Drools Again, and a Roison in the Sun

In our attention-deficit autistic Instant Internet world, only SPORTS EVENTS can tantalize us. We have to wait and then watch.

Otherwise, the moment we hear about a new movie, TV show or album, it's usually LEAKED at the same time. It's pretty rare when a first run movie ISN'T at Kickass via a perfect screener copy or an acceptable camcorder rip.

You CAN always get what you want, and you DON'T have to pay for it, either. Hey, Mick, maybe you can't write a decent new song because that kind of truth is too depressing.

Leakage also means you know exactly what you're going to get before you go see a live show...if you have the money to waste on one.

Madonna is touring with her extremely stale, obnoxious aerobics act. Leaked footage shows exactly what you'll see. It's the same thing as ever...noisy "beats," hacky sex lyrics, and an onstage parade of Ms. Skank herself in cheap underwear, surrounded by fags and niggas. Madge allows leaked crap on GooTube and throws her own shit around via Vevo and Instagram.

Ms. Shrewd as Shit allows all the LEAKAGE so her moronic chimp fans will be assured, "yes, you WILL get the SAME SAPPY CRAP."

Her "shocking" promotion is the same, too. It's the predictable "shock" of ooh, she's kissed some other idiot on the lips again! She did Shitney a decade ago. She's had half the NBA in her mouth and up her twat, so planting a sloppy slutty kiss on half-breed Drake the other night is news?

Zzz, unfornately, yes.

At one time, idiot "celebrity" news was confined to teen pop magazines. You didn't have to suffer it in a normal newspaper or magazine. Now you do.

The ugly old menopausal Madonna game somehow keeps playing. We're told her latest is her "best yet," because every monkey in the zoo produced tracks for it, even Kanye the Yeezus Weezus God of Our Time.

There are millions of stupid skanks in the world and their idol is a gap-toothed slut, heavily into plastic surgery, who can strut around witlessly shouting, "Bitch, I'm Madonna," and it IMPRESSES people.

Now, where are women who aren't nearly so old and vile, and who have some idea of creativity and melody? Ones who took time out to raise a family and get other things done besides hogging the spotlight? Well, Bev Craven, Roison Murphy, etc. etc. put out albums only a few loyal people "support" by buying, and...they are "leaked" to the vast majority that "wouldn't buy anyway" but somehow download the stuff. They WANT it, but not enough to PAY.

One of the lullabies that people such as Craven and Murphy are supposed to sing is, "Oh well, I'm past my prime, and I have to accept that my album and tour will likely only break even, if that. Who knows how many thousands of copies were illegally downloaded; I'll just delude myself into thinking that I haven't lost hundreds of sales from people who rationalize "can't buy everything" and "music should be free" and "her real fans are supporting her and I'd rather save my money to buy five extra packets of crisps to eat during the football match."

And she looks to find a Roison to believe...

...but she won't strip for the album cover, even if she does somehow offer a nod to uncomfortable imagery with the title: "Hairless Toys." Is that supposed to play on the subconscious Gary Glitter in people? She's not referring to underage sex is she? Or getting licked by a chihuahua? She's not talking about washing off the vibrator so the next lady doesn't see some stray pubes, is she?"

Her album can be plucked out of cyberspace easier than a raisin in the sun. It's out there. EVERYTHING is out there. While singers and songwriters sourly feel the grapes of wrath, every time they see so little on a royalty check, the vast populace prances out in the open and grabs everything they want, even before the official release date.

Download the album off Kickass (even if it's not due out for 3 or 4 weeks yet!) and find out for yourself. Then do your own lazy version of "if you like it, buy it. It's up to you how much you like it, and what excuse you'll make for not buying it."

And yes, if her name is pronounced Ro-sheen, that stretches the pun on "raisin in the sun" or "reason to believe," so lord, have Murphy on me.

The sorry truth is that it isn't just Mr. Ochs who grew "a stranger to all surprises." The world is becoming more and more jaded because of instant gratification, over-hyped junk from Madonna, Bowie, Ringo, Mozzer, Macca etc. and everything leaked to us from the great dripping horn of plenty. That leaves the real "surprises" in "entertainment" to politics and sports. Which is pretty fucking depressing, since both are dominated by the insanely wealthy who don't give much of a damn about the average person. No politician is going to put himself out to take on terrorists or buck the tide and give the common slob a break, and no sports figure is going to go all-out if it means risking an injury that could prevent buying an extra summer home in a different part of the world.

It could be worse. At the moment, in THIS part of the world, we can still technically "vote" even if it's rarely for someone we like, and unlike #6 The Prisoner, we can choose the music being piped into our bedrooms, and it doesn't have to include "Bitch, I'm Madonna!"