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I just had a fucking brilliant realization.  These two fucks, Lady GaGa and Marilyn Manson, are essentially the same person.  Their whole existence is based on the idea of “WHOA! Look how controversial I am.  Did you see what I wore last night?”

Lemme explain to those of you playing along at home….

Most of America relishes the controversial: Balloon Boy, Columbine, Osama Bin Laden, a black President, etc etc. Enter Marilyn Manson.  When Antichrist Superstar debuted in 1997 kids all over America shit themselves, dyed their hair black, cut themselves, and wore black nail polish (trust me, I was one of them).  I was entranced by the fact that this guy could do/say anything and get away with it.  On that same record, Marilyn screams on Irresponsible Hate Anthem, “Everybody is someone else’s nigger, I don’t need to choose a side.”  Racist, yea.  Thought provoking, not so much.  Shocking, always. That’s all he wants.  For you to know and acknowledge that he said the N-word.  Marilyn went on to wipe his ass with an American flag, pretend to fellate his bassist, and welcomed all the goofy rumors (he never removed a rib to blow himself, he is not that Leave it to Beaver guy, either).  He’s just a fucked up boy who watched his grandpa beat off to trains in the basement.  (Trust me, I know, I read the book).  Like I said, I was enamored with this clown.  Nowadays, the tables have turned.  Marilyn is not always in the news, in fact, he starts internet fights to keep himself in the public eye. Nobody cares anymore.  He did all he can do to transform the brains of the easily-impressionable youth of America. Now he’s sort of a joke.  He has to go to such extreme lengths as making music videos that would have you believe he murdered Rachel Evan Wood.  He also threatens people via his MySpace (Bro, it’s 2009…get a Facebok account already. You’re old idol Trent had a Twitter, look what it did for his album sales, ya fuck!)

Remember, Marilyn Manson would be nothing without Trent Reznor, who is basically the brains behind his earlier albums (the ones that DON’T SUCK DICK: Smells Like Children, Antichrist, Mechanical Animals).  God, reading this I realize how much I still know about this asshat.  Point is, Lady GaGa is the new Marilyn Manson.  Let me explain some more…

GaGa represents to girls what Manson represented to boys in the late 90’s.  When Boy Bands like *N Sync ruled the scene, we needed a Manson to stick a flagpole at the opposite side of the spectrum (Eminem helped with this).  Nowadays, we don’t.  Being Justin Timberpuss is cool now.  Homie smokes weed and fucks more bitches than a handsome Golden Retriever. However, back in the day, Manson was the alternative to all the garbage music of the time.  Furthermore, he gave the Nirvana hanger-oners a hope that aggressive, angry, poetic, alternative music could be made in the absence of Kurt Cobain.  Frankly, the world doesn’t need Marilyn Manson anymore.  He’s been replaced by “fake” agressive bands like My Chemical Romance, Linkin Park, etc.  HOWEVER…

The world can ALWAYS use a sultry bitch who never wears pants and sings catchier songs than that Johnny Cash/June Carter duo. I mean really, somebody has to make poppy songs now that Britney shit out two kids, Wino is off and on the pipe so often she’s the human embodiment of a detox cycle, and well, Kayne is busy ruining the image he worked so hard to achieve. As an alternative to Taylor Swift, GaGa represents the other half of the spectrum — good girls who wish they were bad (Rihanna tried this too, and she would’ve succeeded had she punched Chris Brown back).  GaGa wears what she wants, says what she wants, and goes so far as to imply that she has a dick [just like Manson had tits and a Vag back in his Mechanical Animal days] so long as you keep talking about her. They both will stop at nothing to keep your mind focused on them.  But the spotlight is only so big.

In the words of GaGa, “I’m your biggest fan I’ll follow you until you love me….”  I get it, she is her own biggest fan, and will stop at NOTHING (even if it means pretending to have a dick) to keep herself in the public eye, in the flash of the paparazzi, and on the shelf of pop-culture as long as she can before she has to….paint?  Sell Absinthe?  What is it that Marilyn does all day again?

GaGa - Mazel Tov, you’re here for a few more years.

Manson - Beep. Beep.  You’re time is up.  Take off the face-paint, cut your hair, and move back to Florida to retire with your assloads of cash (or did you snort it all?)

That’s a rhetorical question; I know the answer.



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Christopher Walken performs Lady Gaga’s Pokerface



The 2010 Grammy’s: A recap of my favorite Twitters/thoughts/pictures…

Ladies, gentleman, fans of music and people not so fond of Lady GaGa, I have one question to ask of you: WHAT. THE FUCK. WAS THAT? I know that the record industry prides themselves on being cool and up to the minute, but holy fucking cow. The last time Elton John did something this bizarre was when he shared the same stage with a 5th of Vodka toting whiteboy who had a penchant for screaming the word FAGGOT over Dre beats…but now…he’s uhh… feigning 3rd degree burns on a double-sided Steinway? WHAT. THE FUCK. WAS THAT?

Pink - Cirque Du Soleil is for midgets, contortionists, and Asians. Since when is your wet t-shirt contest trapeze act considered high-art? You’re the girl famous for singing “I’m coming out so let’s get this party started.”  I’ve never been to a party with anyone dressed like you swinging on a trapeze like you. Bitch this is the Grammy Awards…not Club Med. WHAT THE FUCK. WAS THAT?

Taylor Swift - BITCH YOUR FACE IS NOT SYMMETRICAL. At all. I’m not one to talk about having eyes like an Asian, but you resemble a Frog if it fucked Yao Ming. You can’t really sing in key either. Furthermore, “Oh ma gah…my parents are like freakin’ out right about naow…I’m so down-home country I don’t even know what to say…in my $12,000 evening gown. Oh Mah Gah.” Your relaysh with T. Lautner was completely for show. He’s a cocksucker, I guarantee it.  Watch the scene in NEW MOON when he greets Kristen Stewart for the first time, “HEYY LOCA” or watch the trailer for VALENTINE’S DAY when he tries to kiss T. Swift. If that isn’t proof enough, I’m not a Jew.

Wyclef Jean - Yeah, we get it. Your Haitian.  Too bad you missed the quake. You haven’t done anything worthwhile since THE CARNIVAL. Stop exploiting an international tragedy to promote yourself.

Beyonce - Bitch, you are the most hood rich woman on the planet. Door knocker earrings? Check. Big, black boobies. Check Check. “Mah Husbaaand…My Jigga Maayyyne.” Furthermore, WHERE THE FUCK DID THIS KID COME FROM, JIGGA? Who did you knock up to create him? Bey? Kelis? Who?

Finally, I don’t care what anyone says, Eminem can still rap circles around everyone in the game. Lil Wayne, you need to stop dressing like the car-wash attendants at Tarzana Mobil. I’ll put your ass to work. Grab a towel and that 409. EVERYONE IS RETARDED in the music industry. Kings of Leon, I like you guys, but seriously, you look like J. Crew Rock. So manufactured it’s a joke.

WHO THE FUCK IS ZACH BROWN AND FURTHERMORE WHO IS THE ZACH BROWN BAND?

Ugh….when are the Oscahz?



In the immortal words of Brittany Murphy, “BREAK ME OFF A PIECE OF THAT.”
BLECH! WOOF! MOO!

In the immortal words of Brittany Murphy, “BREAK ME OFF A PIECE OF THAT.”

BLECH! WOOF! MOO!



Yes. That is Lady Gaga’s vagina from the Brit Awards.
This bitch needs Coco Butter Cream like WHOA.

Yes. That is Lady Gaga’s vagina from the Brit Awards.

This bitch needs Coco Butter Cream like WHOA.



Lady Gaga’s tour rider….

Seriously, babe? This is it? COME THE FUCK ON! Jason Darülo has a more controversial fucking tour rider. Toni from Tony Toné Toni had a more epic rider. This is a fucking joke. You call yourself a rockstar! 
Here is what is on Matt’s tour rider for when I do stand up.
AT ALL TIMES, THE FOLLOWING MUST BE PRESENT AND ACCOUNTED FOR BACKSTAGE FOR MR. MATT:
1) Shuman
2) Evan
3) Zach
4) Jon “Beth” Weston
5) Road Sodas aka Negro Brodelos
6) 1 ounce of Hindu Kush
7) 1 double-chambered ROOR glass bong
8) 1 Box of Dunkaroos
9) 40 inch plasma with a copy of POINT BREAK, ASPEN EXTREME, and Shorty’s “Fulfill The Dream” skate video from the early 90’s.
10) Towels
11) Two packs of Trojan latex-brand condoms
12) 1 Panasonic DVX 100A videocamera
13) Challah
14) Bagels
15) Philadelphia cream cheese
16) Shark Bites
17) 1 large pie from Village Pizzeria
18) Assort sando’s from Larchmont Wine and Cheese
19) 1 gram of cocaine (just in case I get too drunk and need to sober up)
20) A copy of Alice In Chains Unplugged on DVD
21) 3 custom-skateboards for cruising the arena backstage areas
22) A pack of White Hanes T-shirts size LARGE
23) 10 new pairs of GAP brand boxer-briefs
24) My Mom
25) My Dad
26) My Brother
27) Pop Secret Popcorn
28) Frosted Flakes and Cinnamon Toast Crunch
29) 2% Milk
30) Nintendo (8 Bit) with Super Mario Bros, Double Dragon, Paperboy, and 720

THE END! You’re WELCOME, INTERNET. 

Lady Gaga’s tour rider….

Seriously, babe? This is it? COME THE FUCK ON! Jason Darülo has a more controversial fucking tour rider. Toni from Tony Toné Toni had a more epic rider. This is a fucking joke. You call yourself a rockstar! 

Here is what is on Matt’s tour rider for when I do stand up.

AT ALL TIMES, THE FOLLOWING MUST BE PRESENT AND ACCOUNTED FOR BACKSTAGE FOR MR. MATT:

1) Shuman

2) Evan

3) Zach

4) Jon “Beth” Weston

5) Road Sodas aka Negro Brodelos

6) 1 ounce of Hindu Kush

7) 1 double-chambered ROOR glass bong

8) 1 Box of Dunkaroos

9) 40 inch plasma with a copy of POINT BREAK, ASPEN EXTREME, and Shorty’s “Fulfill The Dream” skate video from the early 90’s.

10) Towels

11) Two packs of Trojan latex-brand condoms

12) 1 Panasonic DVX 100A videocamera

13) Challah

14) Bagels

15) Philadelphia cream cheese

16) Shark Bites

17) 1 large pie from Village Pizzeria

18) Assort sando’s from Larchmont Wine and Cheese

19) 1 gram of cocaine (just in case I get too drunk and need to sober up)

20) A copy of Alice In Chains Unplugged on DVD

21) 3 custom-skateboards for cruising the arena backstage areas

22) A pack of White Hanes T-shirts size LARGE

23) 10 new pairs of GAP brand boxer-briefs

24) My Mom

25) My Dad

26) My Brother

27) Pop Secret Popcorn

28) Frosted Flakes and Cinnamon Toast Crunch

29) 2% Milk

30) Nintendo (8 Bit) with Super Mario Bros, Double Dragon, Paperboy, and 720

THE END! You’re WELCOME, INTERNET. 



I am so happy this happened. What fucking retard wears this shit at the airport? Look, I get it: your body is your art, or whatever dumb shit you feed “the monsters.” In any event, ever heard of UGGS? Isn’t the fun in traveling dressing like a comfy snow bear at the airport?

Guess not. 

AMAZING. you stupid fucking cunt, Lady Gaga. As Seinfeld put it, “remove one A and you have GAG.”

frangry:

This is fun: Lady Gaga wears stupid shoe, Lady Gaga falls.



Lady Gaga gets pretty nude for Terry Richardson and Supreme.

Hate her new jam, but I’ll exploit her for some hits on Tumblr with her tits. 



GaGa- 
Love your music. Love what you stand for. Love that you unite a world of gross overweight chicks aka your monsters. But please, for the last time, keep your clothes on!

GaGa- 

Love your music. Love what you stand for. Love that you unite a world of gross overweight chicks aka your monsters. But please, for the last time, keep your clothes on!



And here’s Lady Gaga nude in the new issue of Vanity Fair. Haven’t seen ribs this gnarly since Baby Blues, but hey? She’s 24 and rich so who’s laughing? 

And here’s Lady Gaga nude in the new issue of Vanity Fair. Haven’t seen ribs this gnarly since Baby Blues, but hey? She’s 24 and rich so who’s laughing?