I'm watching this here "tribute to heroes" telethon. Now for those of you fortunate enough to be outside the blast radius of this huge bomb, let me explain... it's a craptacular cascade of stars on a mission to drum up money for disaster relief efforts in NYC. However noble the cause, however, these folks cannot escape the stigma of awkward shallowness which dogs them every time they step beyond the narrow bounds of thier own dubious talents.
This vapid crapstravaganza makes a mockery of my heartfelt pain and rage. Do the people watching in weepy-eyed, starstruck hypnosis realize that the Dixie Chicks evicted a founding member because she was too old? Just look at this cavalcade of shallow bastards, worshipped by a sea of slackless consumer drones. I had been deeply moved by the tragedy of Sept. 11. This steaming pile of monkey-crap threatens to [u]ruin[/u] that for me.
Fuck you, Limp Bizkit. "Wish You Were Here" would have been a perfect song for the occasion for anybody with ears to listen. It did not need to be "re-interpreted". Go back to your home-boy "rockin' th' house" frat-boy lyrics.
Eat a bag of shit, Bon Jovi. Go pressure your band members into having more liposuction.
Argh! That skinny bitch from Ally McBeal is on, too! It's too much. I just wasn't born with enough middle fingers for this!
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"You'll burn for this. Burn in jail!"
