It's so pathetic these "provocateur" websites like DECIDER and INQUISITR and GAWKER.
The idea is "we can't afford writers, but if you toss stupid essays on our site, or re-write a news item, we'll give you a few pennies IF you get enough HITS."
Plus, "ou get to boast YOU are a "professional writer" when you're just a delusional blogger.
It's appalling the number of times some networking ninny on Farcebook smugly declares, "Read my latest article on..." and names some fake website that sounds like it's a real newspaper.
Me? I'd rather write honestly, on my own blog, than be some kind of media whore writing any annoying drivel that gets hot-linked by people saying, "Look at THIS shit..."
Like THIS shit!
What transvestite version of Piers Morgan would write this nonsense?
Oh, a faggot who hopes a thousand "queers" (that's an acceptable term to faggots) will read it and get him five bucks in hot-link earnings that he can spend at Starbucks.
No, I never circulate links to stupid articles I hate, or crappy YouTube videos, with a "you've got to see this" line. I'd rather screen capture so the perp does not get the money he craves.
The thrust (oooh!) of the article is that somehow Garland died just before the famous "Stonewall Riot" (where annoying leather boys went wild). So that's history. And she's SUCH a good performer. That's history, too. But aside from drag queens impersonating her ever since she croaked, all that anyone in the "normal" world cares about (yes, "normal" belongs in quotations) is that fucking "Wizard of Oz."
Or as Judy grumbled, "I've got rainbows coming out of my ass."
Which, by the way, was a well-fucked ass. She liked it like a gay man.
Once you're out of your teens, you shouldn't be watching "The Wizard of Oz" more than once a decade for nostalgia. And probably not even then.
IF I'M BEING HONEST, I have more against shitty websites like Decider, and provocateur writers, than I do against Garland.
That she's an irrelevant piece of shit now, is too bad. But that's changing tastes. Also in that category: Ethel Merman and Jimmy Durante and Al Jolson and many more that nobody straight and under 60 can stand. Yes, they were talented. Their styles are also dated, and more than that, poisonously annoying and abrasive.
Really, if you can listen to "Atcheson, Topeka and the Santa Fe," you're either a cocksucker or in an Alzheimer's ward. Man, I don't even want to see Mary Martin in "Peter Pan" ever again. Most of what Sammy Davis Jr. did is corny crapola now, and the poor guy suffered just as much in his life as Garland did, and probably more. Judy was forced to take diet pills, but she wasn't painted white by fellow soldiers, or hounded for marrying a white woman, or nearly blinded in a car wreck.
Blah blah? Here's blah blah:
Stop right there, dingleberry-eater.
Garland doesn't matter NOW except as history, and even then, it's minor "entertainment" history. It's really a self-important homo or drag queen (or both) that would make such a big deal over this dead bitch. You could just as easily say that Sammy Davis Jr. or Paul Robeson were "icons" for black dignity. But bottom line, they were just singers. Garland was just a singer. That fags liked her because she was tragic, androgynous, liked it up the ass, and was almost a parody of womanhood, is their problem. She didn't want that shit, she really didn't. Performers are just whores. If a group loves them, they'll love 'em back. But she wanted more than to be a fag hag. She was much more needy than that.
Blah? Oh, BLAH.
IF I'M BEING HONEST, I detest people like this, who take somebody and turn that person into a human shield.
It happens way too often. Frank Sinatra is the avatar for the awful city of Hoboken. Idiotic low class Italians will wear a button, even now: "This is Frank's world, we just live in it." How stupid is that? Lady Gaga likes being a symbol to her "little monsters." People in Grimsby can solemnly declare Bernie Taupin the world's greatest lyricist and poet because, yeah, he lived around there and wrote a silly tribute that Elton Jerk turned into a ballerina-melody of simpering silliness.
Sure, I have empathy for the fags, and all minority groups. But they can shut up sometimes. They can stop turning everything into ME ME ME ME ME. Garland's musical style stinks. I could do without Sammy's "The Candy Man," and he happened to hate that tune, too. Paul Robeson is a bellowing freak and you shouldn't have to be accused of racism for saying so. Stop giving a pass to craven performers who intentionally or unintentionally played the race card, queer card, or just a business card with the untrue words "entertainer" written under the name.
As a reward for having read this far, I'll share this tidbit: I knew a guy who fucked the great Judy Garland. He's quoted in most any Garland biography. He was a great guy, and he carried a respect for the woman to his dying day. So I never told him that I couldn't stand her. But I would've, if he'd gone raving about her every fucking time I saw her!
In the spirit of "say something nice about Isis," I can say that THOSE maniacs at least believe that Allah exists. They aren't worshiping Judy Fucking Garland or leaving flowers on Marilyn Monroe's grave or creating tribute blogs to Kurt Cobain.
OVER THE RAINBOW? GET OVER IT!
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