A Note on Dipshits

I take it all back. Clay Aiken is not what is wrong with the world... The people who worship him like some Babylonian God are what is wrong with the world. Of the 98 comments left on my earlier post (I have to admit I'm kind of impressed), this is one of the only ones that actually seem to get it...

CLAYMATE ATTACK! WOO-WOO-WOO!

Poor Martin. Now you've done it. You've insulted the greatest and most holy visionary of our time, Saint Clesus of ASS-sissy.

Of course the crazy nutmates missed the entire point of your blog, but what else is new? They ain't too bright -- especially when they're under the influence of the Clesus Juice.

I just wonder if the comments are weepy women in loveless marriages or half-retarded Gen Y denziens who wouldn't know good music if it smacked them... And yes, I do hate everyone else. Calling me a hater doesn't upset me one bit. And musically, I identify myself (quite proudly) as a Rockist. Google it...

Oh, and he was wearing some strange Green and Yello striped shirt. I still swear he got into a fight with a lawnmower.

A Note on Fame

So, I'm in the security line at RDU this morning and who do I see behind me but Clay Aiken? I know, famous people have to fly like the rest of us, but he's enjoying being famous a little too much. He's got this huge shit eating grin on his face the entire time. None of this bothers me until he barges into the Admiral's Club and then locks himself in the conference room. Apparently I'm sitting next to a shared wall and I just hear him coughing and making goofy noises back there. He sure is a goofy son of a bitch.

The thing I don't get is, why is he still famous? He can't sing, he's just goofy looking (I think he was attached by a blind barber), and he really hasn't done anything worthy of continued fame. He's part of a generation where being famous is good enough to be famous. I swear, he's more frightening looking than Gary Glitter.

Now, I was on a flight one time when Penny Marshall got kicked out of first class to the back of the plane. It was just her and her romance novel. She wasn't happy, but I have to respect Laverne for not having an posse or trying to draw any attention to herself.

Man I hate Gen Y sometimes...