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Awww! The poor spoiled brats!

Outrage, inquiries, panic over teen idol's concerts

"People who have been in this business for a long time are watching what's happening, and they say there hasn't been a demand of this level or intensity since the Beatles or Elvis."

Those reasons include parents who are out of practice when it comes to buying concert tickets and their children who, apparently, are unaccustomed to disappointment.


This makes me happy. I'm glad that thousands of spoiled kids won't get something that they want. I hope they all develop an emotional condition that requires the AMA to think up a special name. MIley-Disney Syndrome (MDS)? Acute Frustration Disorder (AFD)? Scream And Kick Syndrome (SAKS)? Marred Expectation Whiny Adolescent Need Tizzy (MEWANT)?

Sure, Miley is a beautiful kid who can almost act but the fact is she is being whored for profit by Disney. She is, alas, every bit as fake a "star" as Britney Spears or any of the other dozens of Disney-bots elevated by The Mouse for the jingle they put in the executives' pockets.

Of course, there's no chance that Mom and Dad would ever patiently explain to Buffy that Miley is a tiny-talent sham who has her voice electronically enhanced and her persona written out for her by 30-year old scriptwriters. There's no chance Mom and Dad would ever explain that missing a concert isn't very important on the survivability scale when children in Africa are forced to eat their own feet.

Reality mustn't touch American children.

That's why lick-spittle politicians are drawing up laws to counter the fake demand for tickets rather than shrugging and saying, "Missing a concert is hardship? You want hardship? You should look at the slums of Rio! That's hardship!"

Reality is bad for re-election.

This country is so sad sometimes.

Comments (3)

LWHoll:
You want sad? Go to Russia. They have to stand in line for hours for sad, and half the time they're out so you get nothing. NOTHING! Or it's that cheap jack sad made out of carob beans that tastes like wax. And if you complain, they say ‘Hey! That’s sad! You’ve already gotten all the sad coming to you today!’ and they kick you out of line.
Aunt Emma once stood in line all night for a roll in the hay with one of the handsome Beatles and all she got was a goose from Ringo's nose.
How do you suppose Ringo fit it up there to begin with, Auntie?

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