Hippo McSlob plays the media like a big fat cello.
While the Kardashians out-number her, when Adele hits the scales and hits the "media whore trail," she out-weighs 'em.
"Oh lookie! She's the salt of the Earth. She's such a fine lass. Oooh, she cares! She's "Our Adele" all right. My Goodness, even with all her money she takes time to care about a sick child!"
Oh, FUCK YOU ADELE FANS AND FUCK ADELE WITH A KNOCKWURST.
HELLO?
What an education: she's "The Hello Singer." You know, like Bieber is "The Baby Singer."
She could be The Fat Singer, The Insincere Singer, The Egocentric Load of Tosh Singer.
No wonder that other dickless wonder, Sam Smith, used the same playbook. You get up with tears in your eyes, after singing tearful ballads of poor pitiful me, and start quivering about how insecure you are, how sad you are, how fearful you are.
Then you wander around asking the paps that follow you, "Do people really like me? Is this outfit ok? Oh, I'm SO upset about my weight. Oh, people are SO mean to me. Gosh, I hope my next album will sell, as I do hope to not let my fans down." Awwwwwwww.
Sam Smith of course plays to the "let's feel sorry for him, he was picked on for being gayzy-wayzy" crowd, as well as the millions of gays who are sick of Manilow and never liked Clay Aiken.
Adele plays to every overweight bint who got jilted (and there are MILLIONS of those), and everything she does is accompanied by tears 'n' fears...and REPORTERS. But really, to pull the "visiting the sick girl in the hospital" trick, just to get "nice comments" and MORE publicity is as sickening as MAD COW DISEASE.
In a fair world, the positions would be reversed: "Cheerful child visits sick cow..."
PS, "Our Adele," would it kill you to LOOK AT THE CHILD instead of the CAMERA?
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