Recently Kay Perry’s delusionally religious father was quoted as saying:
“I was at a concert of Katy’s where there were 20,000, I’m watching this generation and they were going at it. It almost looked like church. I stood there and wept and kept on weeping and weeping, They’re loving and worshiping the wrong thing.”
Yes…all these kids are looking up to and dancing to the music of your marginally talented daughter instead of attending a gathering to worship your imaginary friend who lives on a cloud in the sky. Please help us to bring our kids back to this imaginary man and fill them with guilt about being human, so that they can punish themselves for being well balanced and normal kids.
What a fucking prick. I don’t completely rule out the possibility of a creator, but in the case of his actual existence; I can pretty much guarantee that he gives about as much of a shit about what music you listen to or who you fuck, as YOU would care about the actions of a sea monkey. So Mr Perry…here’s a big old FUCK you from me to you. (more…)