Monday, February 9, 2009

Dear Kayne West,

I will bring this blog the indignity of mentioning your name just this once to say a few simple words:

SHUT YOUR MOUTH!

I'm sure you think it's cute or funny to say whatever comes to your pint-sized mind. But I'm sure the Grammy committee didn't really think it was funny of you to introduce Best New Artist with commentary about how you were never nominated for that particular award. Haven't they kissed your ungrateful ass enough by awarding you with prize after prize and providing you an outlet to perform live? Thank God they were smart enough to refrain from booking you to "sing" something from your new album. We were all spared.

The only thing that would be worse is if you were just being dead serious. This is annoyingly plausible, since you're an infamous ass. This would make you immensely pompous, to decide that you need to interrupt your script to throw in some commentary dissing the very people who invited you to perform and speak.

I hope that you someday get the rude awakening that is so due to you. You are the poorest role model imaginable. I would go so far as to say that you make Britney Spears look like an ideal aspiration. You encourage a generation of self-entitled young people to be even more self-involved, as well as rude, talentless and disrespectful at every possible turn. It's really a shame that you're still famous.

So, that's all I've got for you today, and hopefully this will be the last time I ever have to type your name.

Wishing bad things on you (Kayne, not the readers of this blog),

Patrick James

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