I have to admit mixed feelings about Wheaton and Sheldon’s feud coming to a close. On one hand, now there is openings for more active appearances for Wheaton on BBT between he and the gang. But, now gone is the awesome quips at Sheldon’s expense.
If you go to one demonstration and then go home, that’s something, but the people in power can live with that. What they can’t live with is sustained pressure that keeps building, organisations that keep doing things, people that keep learning lessons from the last time and doing it better the next time.
Lyrical example: “rape a pregnant bitch and call it a threesome.”
You know what? I don’t care that artists have been singing some pretty fucked-up lyrics since the dawn of time. If you prop up a song whose lyric mentions “rape a pregnant bitch and call it a threesome”, and doesn’t immediately follow it with some variation of “he said, right before I shot that rapist bastard in the face and did humanity a favor”, then I question, not only your taste in music, but your sanity and general worthiness to be distinguished as human.
And no, you don’t get to hide behind the “the artist is making some sort of artistic statement” bovine scatology. Get real; the idiot in question is named “Tyler the Creator” and he showed up on a network award show that doesn’t have anything to do with music videos any longer. Those two items put the moron in negative territory before he’s even sung a single note. And then he sings “rape a pregnant bitch and call it a threesome.” At that point, a four-year-old with a box of crayons has more artistic merit than this clown.
Yeah, yeah, I know: ”you’re just some old fart who doesn’t get modern music”. Jesus H. Tapdancing Christ, now you idiots want to start recycling. Seriously, you wanna use an argument that wasn’t first dropped by your grandparents? The problem isn’t that I don’t understand your appalling lack of taste and common human decency; the problem is that I understand it all too well. I used to hang around with mental degenerates like you. I used to listen to the same type of mind-numbing, half-assed, pop-fluff horseshit songs. Hell, you can’t even claim that music like “rape a pregnant bitch” is the only music being played for mass consumption, like I could when I was stuck with FM radio and cassette tapes. You jackasses have the bloody internet, and thus, the entire world of music lays open before you. You can’t claim that you don’t have any good music anymore when, but for a few clicks and a buck or two, you can listen to damned near anything.
I mean, c’mon. We all listen to a fair amount of shitty music when we’re young. But “rape a pregnant bitch and call it a threesome”?
Stop defending the indefensible.
I’ve been saying this since this assclown started getting recognition.