There are a couple of things I am truly nonplussed about today. One is the revelation that former Premier Nathan Rees has admitted to an affair with a constituent. Now I am really going to have to file this in the drawer labelled 'Who Frickin' Cares?' Affairs happen. I'm not saying they are an ideal thing to happen, and there will often be a hurt party at the end of it. But you know something? Both parties were consenting adults. In this fine land of ours (unless Fred Nile gets his way, or Queensland Premier Campbell Newman decides he Just. Doesn't. Like. It and decides to lean on his Canberra mates), sex between consenting adults is perfectly legal. My care factor that Nathan Rees has engaged in sex with another adult is Zero. My desire to think about Nathan Rees in sexual congress is Zero. My desire for Nathan Rees in 'that way' is Even Less Than Zero. What really ground my gears today is the headline in The Daily Telegraph referring to him as Nathan Sleaze. Seriously, DT? A paper run by a man who thinks it's actually okay to hack private telephone calls in the name of a story feels it is entitled to take some high moral ground? Put some crampons, rope, and a pickaxe on the expenses sheet to submit to accounts, did you?
Anybody who knows me well knows I like music. Most kinds. Not overly fond of country music (whiny, self-serving dung in most cases), and I detest (c)rap. Now I have even more reason to do so. I have just viewed a couple of minutes of the video from Kanye West's latest offering, 'Bound 2'. Is the reason rappers rap because they cannot sing? This piece of poop isn't even rhythmic. The lyrics are banal in the extreme, and the fact that it is brought to us by one half of the most narcissistic couple to strut the Earth makes it all the more awful. It is truly an aural manifestation of the smegma scraped from beneath Satan's foreskin (this is a favoured metaphor of mine when it comes to shit songs). There is a hideous caterwauling in the background, which sounds like a bunch of cats sucking helium. The video features his fiancée Kim Kardashian, who is the sort of person that makes me want to shout, 'Stop the world so I can get off!' Seriously, why do people have to make these vacuous imbeciles who are devoid of any discernible talent famous?
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