A week ago I posted about Clive Palmer's appropriation of Twisted Sister's We're Not Gonna Take It for his own dumb-arsed ad in his own dumb-arsed political campaign. Twisted Sister's front man, Dee Snider, issued a cease and desist to Palmer. Palmer has defied Snider's demand. Not only is he still having this atrocious ad aired, he stated Duds Dutton should revoke Snider's visa for the upcoming Twisted Sister tour because, so Clive grizzles, Snider has issued threats. Um, Clivey-boy, the only threats Dee has issued are ones to sue your miserable, fat, twin-blobs-of-blancmange arse because you won't stop playing that shit ad, and you have not paid any royalties to which Dee and the band are entitled because of your appropriation of their song in said shit ad! Connect the dots, you dullard, seriously. Dee is entitled to issue those threats, and they are hardly sinister threats.
Since then, Clive has challenged Dee to some kind of absurd 'sing-off' in which the fans can decide who has ripped off whom. Clive reckons he's ripped off nobody. He also reckons his tune channels 'Oh, Come All Ye Faithful'. He further reckons that warm yellow liquid trickling down our legs is rain, and not his urine.
Reader, can you imagine this? Clive would make an even bigger arse of himself, if possible. Fine, let the arseclown take to the stage, but let's have the first few rows of the venue filled with disgruntled employees of Queensland Nickel. Hilarious mayhem would likely ensue. Put it this way, Clive; you might need a chicken wire barrier on that stage. As a sidenote: Dee, if Clive's employees are still waiting their fair dues, then you might not want to bank your retirement on the royalties Clive owes you.
If you're going to engage in a battle of words, Clive, you will find Dee Snider a powerful adversary. Check out his testimony to Tipper Gore's bullshit committee - it's on You Tube. He will serve you your own arse on a plate.
Just the business of suggesting revocation of Dee Snider's visa had me embarrassed to have Clive representing Australian politics. Sadly, if Clive is to embarrass us in his political representation, he might have to take a ticket and wait until his number is called, what with Dutton, Joyce, Broad, Scomo et al. That lugubrious deadshit Dutton would be a big enough arsehat to actually listen to Clive and revoke Dee's visa. There is too much verisimilitude in this to even call it satirical hyperbole.
Clive, some advice:
(1) Stop airing the shitty ad wherein it is blatantly obvious you have ripped off Twisted Sister.
(2) Pay Twisted Sister their royalties, and stop insulting everyone.
(3) Stop trying to influence the Immigration Minister to revoke Dee's visa - you sound like a fat crybaby bully who's picked up his ball and is going home.
(4) Pay your employees.
(5) Learn how copyright works. Hint: pay the artist for his or her work, and don't try and barter in the form of an undignified karaoke contest.
(6) Wait for the paint to dry, so you can safely walk on it and get out of the corner into which you've painted yourself with your utter buffoonery.
One good thing about this dumpster fire; I learned a new word: 'scofflaw'. It means what it sounds like. Dee Snider used in in one of his tweets to describe - accurately! - Clive Palmer. I like that word. Thanks, Dee.
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