Modern music is crap – is WAP as good as Dylan?

Wet A** P*ssy is “the defining song of 2020” according to so-called critics/journalists who make a living fawning over this crap. WAP debuted at No. 1 on the Billboard 100. For weeks it squatted atop the charts like a sweaty naked fat woman on a toilet.  

In “the raunchiest set the Grammy’s have ever seen” that annual television info-award-mercial featured a live performance of WAP. Incompetently acclaimed and shamelessly promoted by those same so-called critics/journalists, the spectacle held all the artistry of a Mexican border town donkey show.

It’s no coincidence that television ratings for the Grammy’s were down 53% this year. I agree with the fawning fools on one thing, however: This is indeed the defining song of 2020.

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Meghan Markle, The Tempest of the Shrew (no, Andrea, this is not Faulkner)

Two royal lovebirds, seeking booty and plunder,
In Faerie Oprahland now make the scene —
Where ancient decorum is torn asunder,
Where woke outrage makes civil thought unclean.
From forth both pedigreed and bi-racial loins,
This pair of caste-crossed wokesters have their say
And, in the surge of ratings and coins, 
Prove every dog will have its day.
Their three-hour display of PC whinging
And poor victimized Meghan’s smouldering rage
— Though it may produce a lot of cringing —
Is now the sordid subject of this page;
The which, if you with sharpest eye shall read, 
What here you miss, your soul within shall heed. 

They call him Harry. Could there be a more fitting name for this misguided, purposeless, carrot-topped, not-in-line-to-the-throne fool?


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