Axl Rose has been an ignorant prick ever since Guns And Roses made their first ten dollars way back in the late eighties. His bizarre, primadonna behavior has caused riots in my hometown of St. Louis, as well as caused many other problems all around the world. It’s little wonder why the other original members of the band want nothing to do with the guy.
Axl and his retooled GNR lineup brought their show to Ireland over the weekend. Anyone who knows anything about GNR knows that Axl shows up whenever the fuck he wants, so it shouldn’t have surprised the concertgoers when the show was delayed 90 minutes. By the time Axl and company lumbered onstage to actually play music, the fans were drunk and quite upset.
So they threw bottles at his fucking head. Axl, you should never piss of the Irish.
In keeping with Axl’s overwhelming legacy, the band quit and left for the night, leaving tens of thousands of fans screaming for blood. And I hope they get some. I just can’t stand Axl’s bullshit anymore. I cannot listen to GNR anymore without thinking about how much Axl destroyed something so special, and how he continues to destroy it.
I’m not exactly sure why everyone seems so stuck on Glee, the breakout hit about a high school glee club, but it has overtaken pop culture this year. The only aspect I really enjoy on the show is Jane Lynch, who has created another brilliant comedic character in Sue Sylvester. The kids sing and dance well enough, I guess … but is the whole point of the show simply to have these kids recreate songs and pop culture moments?
Anyway, Lynch and company showed up for the extended song and dance number that opened last night’s Emmy awards. Host Jimmy Fallon really went for it here, and it was nice that so many stars from other shows came out and participated as well. Well done!
The thing that kills me about what’s happened to honest dialogue in America is that both sides – liberal and conservative – use tactics of fear, mockery, hyperbole, and sarcasm to frame the debate. But sometimes the target is just too juicy and obvious to ignore:
How many times do you think I could get caught with illegal drugs before my broke ass would end up in jail? Answer: ONCE. How many times can that same scenario happen to Paris Hilton? Answer: As many times as she fucking wants.
How many more times must the poor 99% of the American population see the rich 1% get away with whatever they want before finally ending it? I mean, O.J. virtually cut the heads off of two people and dripped the blood all the way into his own bedroom and got away with it! He was found innocent, and all we were missing as far as evidence was a videotape of O.J. singing “I Got You Babe” using Nicole’s head as a puppet! Because O.J. was rich and famous, he could basically do just about whatever he wanted … well, until he got really dumb about it, of course. Paris is essentially the same.
Paris has been busted three fucking timesfor drugs. She’s a spoiled, doped-up brat who has skirted the law repeatedly because she’s supposedly cute (barf) and she lives a lavish lifestyle that many people crave. She could be sucking five pounds of cocaine off of nude male models in the middle of Wilshire Boulevard and she’d prance out of jail with the same stupid smirk that she shows in her latest mugshot:
Hey Paris, this isn’t a photo shoot! It means you’re a criminal!
How would you like to be her parents? They built their name on the Hilton hotel franchise, made untold millions of dollars, and then their daughter shits all over it with her selfish, unlawful, and pathetic lifestyle. It’s unfortunate that Paris has wormed her way into a self-sustaining ”career” of her own, because I would have cut her off from my fortune had I been her father. I probably would’ve been done with her after watching her swallow a nine inch cock on camera for the whole wide world to see; I certainly wouldn’t put up with this bullshit.
I just cannot wrap my mind around the idea that Paris Hilton probably went clubbing right after getting caught with COCAINE while DRIVING. She doesn’t understand consequences, nor does she understand that consequences apply to all people, regardless of their social and economic status.
Guess what? It’s time the bitch learned some consequences. Throw her ass in jail and keep her there.
Beleaguered director M. Night Shyamalan is a gigantic douche nozzle. He has the mistaken idea that his farts smell like the first cherry blossoms of spring, and that every thought passing through his mind recalibrates the fabric of the space/time continuum. He is dead wrong.
The entire world has been mocking the guy for at least eleven years, when the final ten minutes of Signs unspooled and left us with “Swing Away” as permission for us to start destroying the man. Was the guy who created The Sixth Sense just a fluke? Several films later, it was clear that Shyamalan was either (a) mentally unstable, (b) an egomaniac, or (c) delusional. His lack of humor was only exacerbated by the deadly pacing of his films.
But it looks like our favorite Indian filmmaker has a teeny-tiny little shred of humor left in him. He helped create this spoof of his upcoming Devil trailer, which is set on an escalator rather than in an elevator.
