I Hate Ghost Shows.....The Ghost Antagonizer Is Born!

Are you one of the people that watch those bullshit ghost shows, and think it's legit?
I'll bet you think Jerry Springer isn't a work either, right?

Ghost Hunters, Ghost Adventures, Paranormal State, Ghost Hunters International, Paranormal Cops, Paranormal Hookers, Paranormal Ghost Hunting Ghosts In International States of Alcoholism.....whatever.
It's all shit for dunderheaded jackasses.

Ok, let's break this down....
Every location starts off with people detailing what encounters they've had, and those usually include an actual sighting of a "dark male figure" or "a woman in a (insert color) dress", OR they hear a child laughing or whatever else sounds creepy to the viewer.
Sometimes, we are even treated to tales of physical assault, accompanied by pictures of red marks on the storyteller's back, etc...etc.

Then, in comes the ghost hunting crew of what ever particular show you're watching.
They set up cameras everywhere....they have their little "EMF" readers.....their nightvision bullshit...the whole nine yards, right?
But what do they ever "capture"?
Some thuds?
Creaks?

Then we're treated to the audio of a "disembodied voice" being "enhanced and magnified", and during playback of said audio, we are TOLD what the "voice" said. These moments are my favorite, because something that audibly sounds like "Grafenuble garp thud" will be recanted by the "ghost hunter" as "It said that my mother is so black, shes sweats coffee!...How did it know my mother was black??? It's clearly a demon from the other side!"
And then YOU the viewer, sit there saying "Oh my Lord, how DID it know his mother was black?", as you funnel down cheeseballs into your gullet, because your diet REALLY leaves something to be desired.

Dummy.

The other thing I find amazing about these shows, is the moments where they claim to see a figure moving in the dark. Yet somehow, with ALL the cameras they have set up, not ONE of these teams has been able to document ANYTHING tangible.
Why?
BECAUSE THERE'S NOTHING THERE!
The camera's conveniently aren't recording where the "figure" is seen. Everywhere else they are, just not where they needed to be.
It's all BULL....SHIT.

So I have decided, that from this day forward, I am The Ghost Antagonizer!
I will go ANYWHERE these tools have gone, and dare the ghosts to kill me!

If the place is haunted by Hitler....I'll throw a Jewish Singles Dance Party!

Was the ghost a racist?
Welcome to the first "White Chicks And Black Dicks" Pornographic Film Festival!
Well, it probably won't be the first, because some of you are creeps....but it will be the first ever done to specifically antagonize a racist ghost.

Point is, if a ghost is there....I WILL make it come out!!
Besides, I am WAY cooler than that toolshed Zak Bagans on Ghost Adventures!
Where's my contract, shitty cable channels?

Martin Luther King Jr.

I'm just gonna leave you with my personal favorite speech.
Many others today, will reflect on the "I Have A Dream" speech from the steps of the Lincoln Memorial, but that's not MY favorite, and this place belongs to me.

This speech is the last one he did before he was assassinated. Why I find it so amazing, is the sense of finality that he conveys through his words. It's as if he somehow knows that his time is short, and that he accepts it, but wants everyone to know that great strides had been made, and that more obstacles lie ahead....but that everyone needed to remember that it CAN be done.

I still hear a lot of people, white specifically, make off handed comments about this day not being a "real holiday"...but I see things this way.....
When it's all said and done, and the final chapter on the human race is written, Martin Luther King Jr., will have been a pivotal figure in the advancement of our race.
He will be remembered for....all....time.

No one will remember you telling your "What do you call a black doctor?" joke.
Get it?

But Pat Says They Deserved It

The Mall Troll, Giant Rabbits And The Rest Of My Day.

I decided that I would head out today with my kids, and go to the MacDade Mall.
I had heard that the sets from The Lovely Bones were still up inside the mall, and I was gonna try to grab some pictures.
However, when we arrived there, we found that the only entrance to the mall was through the anchor store, Kmart.
BUT, as we approached the actual mall, we noticed that all the lights were out, and that as far as we could tell, there was nothing left from the filming of the movie.
All of a sudden, a man began yelling from out of the darkness....
"MALL'S CLOSED!!!! BEEN CLOSED FOR FIVE SEASONS NOW!!!! DON'T KNOW WHERE YOU'VE BEEN!!!!"

The first thing that came to mind is, WHY is this dude just hanging out in a dark abandoned mall all by himself?
Secondly, who the fuck keeps time by seasons?!?!?!?
I'll bet he says shit like "I haven't seen you in a fortnight!"

The Mall Troll was a douche.

SO, I then took my kids through Media, PA, where we stopped in "I ♥ Pets".
Here are a couple of the pets that were available for your personal ♥ing today:

This first one is called a Papillion I believe....it looked like Gizmo from Gremlins to me.


Next was two of what are known as "Flemish Giant Rabbits".
The things were HUGE, and the sign said that they can get "double or triple the size".
WTF?
Who wants a creepy as giant rabbit rolling around your house at night.
I don't need no Donnie Darko level shit going down.
I do NOT ♥ this pet.



With our desire to still see a once populated Mall that was now abandoned, we decided to check out The Tri State Mall back in Wilmington.
This place always bums me out, because I do have *some* fond memories of the place.

Let's start with the ruins of The Merry House...

This was a bar that was once located inside the Tri State Mall.
Now, of course back in the early 80's, I had no use for the actual bar aspect of the place, but I DID have use for the Donkey Kong machine that sat just on the other side of those doors. Further back in a tiny room to the right, were even more video games, in what was some sort of dark and creepy arcade.
Like almost everything else in the Tri State Mall, it's empty now.

NEXT, is the ruins of the former "Eric 4 Tri State"....



This was the site of MANY "Sunday Night At The Movies" outings.
In the early 90's, after our weekends of drinking ourselves into oblivion, we would officially end the weekend by going to a movie on Sunday Nights.
The last film I can recall seeing there was "Misery"....and speaking OF misery, I remember a time when as the previews were rolling, a groups of brothers were talking at the screen as often happens....oh and don't give me any stereotyping bullshit....even brothers know they do that shit!
SO, there was a white couple sitting two rows behind them.
All of a sudden, the white girl says "Will you shut the fuck up!".
Yup.
At that moment, the talking stopped, and the most gigantic brother I have ever seen, stood up...turned around....and in some insane way that almost made it appear he hunched over BOTH rows to point directly in her face, he yelled "BITCH, I'LL KILL YOU!!!"
There was then a quiet hush, you know....one of the moments where it seems like time is standing still?
He then looked at her boyfriend and said...."We'll see YOU after the movie, homie!".

The couple are probably STILL wondering how the movie ended, because they ducked out while the brothers were busy following the story, and it's probably not something they wanted to rent, because it would cause flashbacks.

NEVER date a loud mouthed hooker, children!

On my journey back to my place, I encountered Dickbag McAssmotron.....


You would THINK that he moved when he heard the car behind him, right?
You would be wrong.

I wish the Tri State Eric 4 was still open, and his date told a group of brothers to "shut the fuck up!".....and the exits were locked.

Keith Olbermann Sees Things My Way

You see people, this is the problem I have with religious people sometimes.
The way of Christ, was a way of kindness. Christ was supposed to be an individual who ALWAYS showed kindness, even to those whom the rest of society felt didn't deserve it.

Main Entry: Chris·tian·i·ty

Pronunciation: \ˌkris-chē-ˈa-nə-tē, ˌkrish-, -ˈcha-nə-, ˌkris-tē-ˈa-\

Function: noun

Date: 14th century

1 : the religion derived from Jesus Christ, based on the Bible as sacred scripture, and professed by Eastern, Roman Catholic, and Protestant bodies
2 : conformity to the Christian religion
3 : the practice of Christianity

NOW, if Christianity is a religion based on the ways of Jesus Christ, and YOU are gonna claim that this is what you subscribe to, why would have EVER talk down to someone, or about a certain people?

And THAT is my problem with so called "Christians" a lot of times.
Rather than truly adhering to the ways and teachings of Christ, they tend to use Christianity as a medium for them to feel superior to other people, and to say things to even FURTHER destroy someone's spirit.

Is that what Christ would have done?

Do you see what I mean?
For instance....regardless of what the bible does, or doesn't say about homosexuals, I don't remember any stories about Christ protesting someone's funeral with a "GOD HATES FAGS!" sign. In a truly Christ world, he would have shown a homosexual kindness and compassion until he eventually saw the error of his ways and stopped listening to the soundtrack to "Wicked" all day.

Now, in the real world, we have evolved enough intellectually to know that homosexuality is not a choice, right?
If you haven't, I would ask that you drive your car head on into a wall.
Having you around is REALLY fucking up the flow of things.
It's nothing personal.

This is where you notice that me and Christ don't always see eye to eye....but I TELL you that upfront, unlike ole' Pat.

And as for Rush....."light skinned and black skinned"?
You know, the last time I heard someone dividing the black community based on the shade of their skin, one group ended up being called the "Hutu", and the other the "Tutsi".
But something tells me you didn't have much of a problem with the way that one turned out.

Oh, and one final note on all this hocus pocus.....
Last I heard, according to the story that is, when one makes a pact with the devil, that deal is honored for the remainder of your time here on Earth, right?
You THEN pay IN FULL, when you die....your soul now belongs to Satan for all of eternity.
So, how would Pat be correct in stating that the reason terrible things are happening to Haiti, is because they made a pact with the Devil?
In FACT, Haiti would be incredibly prosperous and dripping wealth and riches if such a pact were made.
One would have a better case arguing that America had a pact with the Devil than Haiti, no?
I mean, Satan would be a pretty SHIT salesman if he his pitch was "Make a pact with me TODAY, and I'll throw in an extra plague at NO additonal charge!!!"
I would think to myself...."Huh?....I don't think I want THAT!" and then put my Soul Debit card back in my wallet.
I wouldn't care HOW drunk I was after the bar, that late night infomercial just would NOT be as appealing as the "Ab Glider".

Pat Robertson Is A Douche Part 3,129

Really, Dude?
It's 2010.

Ok, I know my religious friends are gonna want to kill me for this, but am I the only one who feels that "swearing pacts with the devil" is the equivalent to "casting a shield enchantment"?
This is like some shit you hear in a movie or something, when a guy is telling a story about a town and starts off with "Legend has it, that the town is cursed".

You know what else I love about shit like this?
When bad shit happens to a "people" that guy's like this, don't like....God is exacting vengeance on them.
BUT, when bad shit happens to people who are essentially good and kind people....."it's part of God's plan."
SO, either way....all bases are covered.

Oh, and Pat, just because when YOU vacation in the Dominican Republic, it's all very pleasant for you because you can eat as much as you want, and drinks flow like water, it's not exactly the same for the Dominican people who work there. Maybe you didn't notice the buses that bring them in to the resort, that are completely overfilled...which came in from the roads that have soldiers on every corner with M-16s? Or maybe you didn't notice that the same people whom you see working at 6am at the Breakfast pavilion, are the same people you see closing up the restaurants at 11pm?
Yeah, it's REAL great to live in the Dominican Republic, Pat....tell that to Francisco who almost fucking cried when I gave him a $5 tip while I was in Punta Cana, you myopic sack of dick.

NOT TO MENTION....Pat prefaces the fairy tale story with telling us that Haiti was "under the heal of the French....of Napoleon". In case you weren't aware....Napoleon was not a very nice guy....in fact, he's often refered to as one of three AntiChrist type figures in history.
SO...follow along now.....The French were so fucked up to the Haitians....THAT THEY MADE A PACT WITH FUCKING SATAN TO HELP THEM!!!!

Where was God during all this suffering?
I mean, I'm assuming they asked him first, right? Probably....A....LOT.
Oh, that's right...it was part of his "plan". His plan was apparently to ignore their suffering until they became so desperate, that they would form a pact with Satan......and then he could decimate them with an earthquake in 2010.

Sounds awesome to me.
Where do I sign up?

Dead Sea Secrets Gypsies At The Mall

Hey you Gypsy douches.....can I just walk past your cart without all the bullshit?
Would that be possible?
I mean, can you just let me enjoy my coffee while looking for a new shirt, without trying to squirt fucking lotion from The Dead Sea on me?
That would REALLY be fuckin' solid of you.

I DO enjoy the women you hire though. They're all really hot, but I still don't want them squirting stuff on me either.
Which reminds me....did you ever watch the toolsheds who stop and let them go through the routine? They're the same type of guys I described when I told you who's REALLY buying VULVA Original.
I'd love to hear the internal dialogue when they are approached by the Gypsy Squirt Peddlers....

"All these other guys are being so mean to her...they just walk by all rudely and shit! I'll talk to her, and even buy some Dead Sea Juice....THEN she'll see what a nice guy I am, and I'll be able to bottle my OWN Vulva Original...straight from the tap, daddy-o!!!"

No dummy, you will just be out of the cash in your pocket, and you'll STILL be playing World Of Warcraft tonight. You know why? Because you have ZERO game.
That guy that laughed and walked past her.....he went back later, and took her out for drinks.
Right now, she's telling him how she suckers guys like you....and he's laughing as he pushes her head downward without even asking her if it's ok.

But look on the bright side....you have a new bottle of "lotion" for your "private time".

Eh...whatever.

Point is....LEAVE ME BE, MALL GYPSY JUICE SQUIRTERS!!!
The only reason I don't do something terrible to you motherfucks, is because I saw "Drag Me To Hell" and I know from that, that gypsies have black magic and shit.

George H.W. Bush Was Hungry For Some Pizza....

He must have been trying to use an expired coupon.

Think You've Seen It All?

There's a point as a man, where you have to just call it a day.
Do you know what I mean?
There's a defining moment in time, where you just have to take stock of where you are, and what you're doing, and just say "Fuck.....I think it's just time for me to pull the plug on my shit...I'm a COMPLETE assclown...HOW THE FUCK DID I GET HERE???"

When you follow the link I'm about to give you, you are going to see a commercial for a product called "VULVA Original".
I can't do the product justice in description, so I'll just copy their pitch.

"The vaginal scent of a beautiful woman. VULVA Original is NOT a perfume. It is the feminine, erotic, intimate scent for your own smelling pleasure."

Ok, seriously....dudes....can you just chill the fuck out at this point??
Is it REALLY that hard for you to get laid?
REALLY?!?!?
I mean, it's becoming incredibly embarrassing to be a man.
How are women NOT supposed to think men are the creepiest fuckers going?

Let me give you a bit of advice...maybe we can get this shit back on point.
If you are pulling out the credit card to order this shit, your game is FUCKED.
You are NEVER gonna get a real woman, and rightfully so.

Oh, and as a side note...how funny is the intro commercial to this site?
The guy is a fuckin' model, and he's all creepin' and smelling her bike seat.
Yeah, let me help you out...THAT GUY, he ain't the type that's ordering VULVA Original.
Why?
Because as I type this, he's TEARIN' some broad up, hardstyle.
Either that, or his boyfriend is blowing the BALLS off of him....but you get my point.

In actuality, VULVA Original's customer base is about 265 lbs, wearing a "Green Lantern" shirt with Buffalo Wing sauce stains on it, and is called "MortrogothTheDarkOne" on World Of Warcraft.

So dudes, instead of spending your money on VULVA Original, how 'bout use that cash to buy some salads and a gym membership?
I'm only saying this because I'm a friend, but you're a FUCKNUT.
Seriously.
Everyone is laughing at you, and despite what you tell yourself, a woman wouldn't really love you if she just got to know the "real you", because the "real you" is a creepy, fuckin' sack of douche.

VULVA Original Site <----Click Me

Bad Travolta / Good Travolta

Ok, I know it's his daughter, and we ALL love our daughters.
But...um...was this really necessary?



Oh what I would give for the good old days of Tony Manero!
Saturday Night Fever was an awesome coming of age film in my opinion. Maybe not by standard definitions, but it was still a moment where an individual realizes that they had to put their silly ways behind them.

Look at this shit!!!



That's bad ass!!!

Speaking of Tony Manero....there's apparently a Chilean film called "Tony Manero" in which a serial killer is obsessed with Travolta's character from the film.
I would KILL for an American version of that.

Eh...time is a prick.

The People's Choice Awards (Or) America Should Be Killed.

You know what?
Enough already, America.

So I'm talking to a friend the other day, and he asks "Did you watch The People's Choice Awards?"
I say "Why no, dude....I did not."
He says "Yeah, I'm done with them, in fact, I'm done with America."
I ask "Why are you done with America, dude?"
He responds "The "people" decided that "The Proposal" was "Comedy Of The Year" over "The Hangover"."

Ok, PAUSE!

Are you people full blown fucking morons at this point?

Look, I can take your little Twilight bullshit...I can! I don't agree with it, but I get that women of all ages, and men of all...well....other men, get all giddy like a schoolgirl with a crush, whenever Edward tells Bella that he wants to die...um...again, if he can't be with her.
I get it.

And I get your shitty taste in music too. I get that you like shit like Lady Gaga because you have no ability to see beyond the moment. You get all caught up in shit like a fuckin' dunderhead. In fact, I'll bet some of you reading this have even said to a fellow girlfriend "He can't read MY Poker Face", to which the other responded "ROFLMAOPQRST!!! You GO girl!!!"
And I get that you like to dance to shit, ergo, "Boom Boom Pow" makes sense in your world.
Having it on your iPod somehow isn't embarrassing for you.

Let me break this down....."The Hangover", was hands down, the most hysterical comedy to come along in YEARS.
I'm gonna be SO arrogant about this, that I'm gonna state that as a fact even though I have no data to support it.
BUT, I will challenge you to name something else that was even close in a laugh per minute ratio.
And it CERTAINLY wasn't "The FUCKING Proposal"!!!!

Hmm...."The Fucking Proposal"....I wonder if I can get that greenlit?

Quite frankly, "The Proposal" was your average romantic comedy...nothing really even standout about it.
Here's the formula:
Guy works for woman.
Woman is a bitch.
Woman needs guy to pretend they're engaged.
Guy and woman start to REALLY fall for each other.
They end up in love.

DUH! Never seen THAT before, right?

"The Hangover" on the other hand, was edgy, filled with brilliant characters, and a fairly original plot.
Zack Galifanakis alone was funnier than the entire cast of "The Proposal".

WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?!?!?!?
We truly live in a Jerry Springer nation now.
You do realize that, right?

Let me close by breaking it down to you like this....
"The Proposal" is a movie you take a date to, and you expect her to like it.
"The Hangover" is a movie you take a date to, and if she DOESN'T LOVE it, you know she's not the one for you.

Walruses Are Creeps!

....but apparently never need to leave the house!
I wonder if he "keeps the change"?

By the way, you know what else is weird, Mr. Camera man?....being a grown ass man talking to your woman, and saying "S'n his own D.".

The F'N Hilarious Google Phone Spoof!

I guess this is supposed to be in reference to Google's new Android 2.1 based "Nexus One" phone that is coming to carriers soon.

This is a brilliant spoof, and if you don't think so, you aren't allowed to come here anymore.

NSFW Language.

Pay Attention, Kiddies! Look What Mommy And Daddy Are Busy With!

"Have it your way, at Burger King"
"Have a Coke and a smile"
"Life is short. Have An Affair"

Three great American advertising slogans, no?

Seriously, America....has it come to this?
I watch you bellyache about divorce rates. I watch you bellyache about what effect it will have on our children. I see you crying about AIDS and other STDs. I hear your cries for people to be kinder to each other, and how no one has any honor anymore. I see you crying about how no one honors religion anymore. The last part, we all know I personally don't subscribe to, but it's still a very legitimate point for a lot of people.

Then I watch Ashley Madison become a monster website, with national advertising.
Hopefully the God Gangstas aren't registered members, but if Jim Bakker and Jimmy Swaggart are any indicators....

For those who are unaware, Ashley Madison is a site specifically designed for married people, and people in committed relationships, to have affairs.

Look, I know it's a free country, but is this level of disregard for the institution of marriage really necessary?
Am I the only one who finds this completely outlandish?

Hmm...let me try something here....

"It's high noon and your husband is still at work. Have you fucked a stranger yet?"

I think I'll apply for an ad executive position at Ashley Madison!!

I've never cheated on anyone in my life, but if you are going to have an affair, should it be like this?
What I mean is, if you are going to completely betray the person who kissed you goodbye this morning, and wished you a great day, shouldn't be it with someone who means something to you? You know, someone who you've built some level of a personal relationship with, so that when you end up tearin' that shit up after the office Christmas party, you can say "No one meant for it to happen...it just....happened?

By the way, am I the only one who LOVES those animalistic moments that no one planned on?
Just in a general sense, mind you...like I said, I don't cheat.

Eh...anyway.

My point is, if you go and register at Ashley Madison, it's like premeditated murder versus a heat of the moment killing, you know?
You are now SO F'N diabolical, and such a sack of dick, that you actually planned out fucking over someone who thinks you love them, for a total stranger named some cornball shit like "69Girlxxx".

Does that really sit right with you?

Wait...now that I look at that screen name, that does seem kinda hot.
I wonder if I have to use my credit card to register?

Options

Feel bad for the Yo Boy that has to sit next to her?

Now, I would first suggest that he punch her teeth out...but it appears someone already tried that.
SO, clearly the loss of teeth will not stop the beast.

The next logical step would be to twist her head around until the neck sounds like you cracked your knuckles. But something tells me the she could somehow go on even if the head were removed. Not to mention, she seems to be channeling energy from a higher power.

I'm really at a loss here.
Let's just hope that the plane was an international flight, and she had a one way ticket.

The Lovely Bones

"My name is Salmon...like the fish! First name, Susie. I was fourteen years old when I was murdered on December 6, 1973."

Did you ever have a movie leave you feeling utterly depressed and that all hope is gone?
Well that's what Peter Jackson's "The Lovely Bones" did to me, and I have enough things harshing my mellow.

"The Lovely Bones" is based on the 2002 Alice Sebold novel, which tells the story of Susie Salmon, a 14 year old girl who is raped and murdered by her neighbor. Susie is then stuck in the "in-between", a place that's not quite Earth, but not quite Heaven. From the in-between, Susie watches as her family tries to continue on with their lives, after she's lost.

Now, I've seen a lot of these types of movies, going all the way back to the 1983 made for tv movie "Adam", about Adam Walsh's kidnapping and murder, and John Walsh's subsequent rise as an abducted child activist.
But no matter how many I see, they still bother the shit out of me.

There's something quite special in a very disturbing way, about a man who decides to rape and murder a child.
Something about the moment when they choose a specific victim, and KNOW that they are going to end that child's life, that I never get desensitized to, even when it's a fictional tale.

I don't mean to imply that "The Lovely Bones" was a bad film, because it wasn't.
I felt that it was incredibly well done, and the performances, especially Stanley Tucci as the murderer, were great. I think I just didn't like the subject matter.
As a father of a daughter, I think I was more disturbed by this than usual.

Mark Walhberg plays Susie's father, who has an incredibly hard time letting go of Susie, and moving on with his life. From the in-between, Susie finally realizes her father would never move on, even though she wanted him to.

"I knew then, he would never give me up. He would never count me as one of the dead. I was his daughter, and he was my dad....and he had love me....as much as he could."

Exactly.

It was moments like that, that forced me to think of how things would be for me, if God forbid I were ever in Mr. Salmon's position.
And THAT, is what really depressed me about this movie.
It made me realize that even if one got their hands on the person who killed their child, and could exact any revenge they deemed necessary on them, it would never equal the pain and devastation that their loss levied against them.

If you don't get bothered by such things, then I recommend seeing "The Lovely Bones".
It's a well acted, stylish (albeit a little over the top with the "in-between" visuals) film, that makes you think about how precious life is, and how you never know when the last time you will see someone will be.

NOW....

Here's what I LOVED about "The Lovely Bones"!
I grew up in Chester, PA....and as a child, I was taken to The MacDade Mall quite a bit.
Sadly, the mall is a barren ghost town now, with a Kmart as a remaining anchor store, and last time I was there, (shortly before shooting began on the film) there were just a couple spaces that were occupied by stores.

BUT, Peter Jackson's crew restored the mall to it's 1970's glory for the filming, and although it's just facades, it *felt* like the mall I remembered as a child. Not in some washed out old photos, but in full color high resolution glory.

The screengrabs I found however, are not.
But if you're from Delco, and you spent your childhood at that mall, you HAVE to love this.....

"Oh Michael, I LOVE your music....now that you're dead."

So......everyone is going apeshit over this fragment of a song that Michael Jackson apparently recorded with Lenny Kravitz, before he died. I don't know if "DJ Tucky" was supposed to be in it, or it got added later.

Couple things.
First, you people are fucking ridiculous.
If Michael Jackson was still alive, NO ONE would give a squirt of piss about this audio mediocrity.
Well, maybe people in Mexico, and a few of the weird countries in Europe....you know the ones.
Oh, and Japan...those bastards LOVE shit like Michael....and selling schoolgirl's used panties in vending machines.
See, there IS a parallel here.

But besides that, people would ignore this the same way they ignored everything else he did after he was accused of showing young boys his magic trouser weasel.
And why?
Because it sounds EXACTLY like everything else he did that was ignored for the last 15 plus years. There was no rebirth, no magic moment, like I see people gushing over.

Anyway, this song is dick...see for your self.
I hate me some people today.