Do you remember when you were 15? Imagine that in that period you start singing, putting your videos singing in the Youtube, people start watching them, a lot of people, and then, at some point, you become the most famous singer in the world. What would be the problem? What’s your fault?
Lately everywhere I go where someone is talking about this Justin Bieber guy, all I can detect is hate, I mean, hate, really hate, and I find that really funny, hilarious.
Someone - Justin Bieber is so fucking gay I hope he dies
Me - Oh, Why’s that?
Someone - Mmm… Justin Bieber is so fucking gay I hope he dies… Don’t tell me you like him? You’ll be a fag if you did!
Me - I just listened to one of his songs, he’s not Beethoven, but tolerable
Then I almost got kicked by that person, a eighty year old woman she was. Other day I was in a bar with some people, Mtv or some bullshit channel like it was on, then our friend Justin appeared, and people started complaining, they were very disgust, they were full of hate. I was really impressed
When I arrived home I googled him, the song I knew of him, had like 500 millions views, that seem to be a lot. I saw the like button; ¾ of the people had voted for dislike. Then I started reading the comments:
DONT FORGET TO DISLIKE THE VIDEO!!!
Justin Bieber is a gay man who finds the powerful
They want us to see his film they can try and convert us into their sick and twisted belieber cult. Fuck that!
FIRST GAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY VID TO GET500000000 VIEWS !!!
..... I wouldnt see that movie if i got paid 50 bucks
More than 4 million comments, comments fall there like rain here in Galicia (that means a lot) So, is obvious this teenager is just a product, a mark, like Nike, Coca-Cola or whatever shit, he is all over, a lot of promotion, a lot of lovers and maybe more haters, and I just don’t get it. People don’t hate Coca-Cola for being all over the place, have a lot of commercials and even have controversies in countries of the third world where they opened factories. Why do people hate this boy? Honestly, I don’t give a shit, either you love him or hate him I think you’re stupid. He is just a regular adolescent with a regular voice who some company started selling as an Icon, like they always do.
How easy is to hate a boy instead of other things, instead of face your meaningless existence, people is usually more demanding with others than with themselves. If you want to waste your time hating people you don’t know or won’t know, hate the people who sell you the boy, not the boy. Condemn the sin, not the sinner, because maybe, some day, someone with his head twisted will kill the boy, and then we all will be putting our hands on our heads, not the company though, they will keep selling the icon and making a fortune out of the boy, show must go on.
Monday, March 28, 2011
Thursday, March 10, 2011
The village's hero
New York has Spiderman, my village has me. It isn't the first time I save someone's ass around here, and that is why I am the savior and protector of this Galician land.
Being a hero is tough, no joke, a lot of responsability. My first deed came when I was like ten years old, a small cousin fell in the escalators and when he was gonna die I raised him (Maybe he wasn't going to die, but he had fallen)
Then I went for one deed to another until someday in the village where I live there was a great flood. My neighbor's hens were dying drowned inside the death trap their house has became, so, braveheart of me got inside that coop and started looking for hens with water on my hips, a black water, very dense, mixed with feces and death bodies. I didn't rescue any hen, but I got dirty and wet, if that isn't heroic what is it?
I don't know guys, there are so many heroism in my short biography. The other day I was at home, wathing TV or reading a book (maybe watching porn) when someone rang, I answered and I heard this:
- Help! Help! I need help please! HELP!!
I'm used to this kind of calls, I'm the village's hero, so I maintained the calm:
- Who are you? Could you come back in ten minutes? I'm in the middle of something right now...
- I'm the neighbor! I need help please! Please!
Since she was sounding really scared I decided to check things up. I put on my suit (a hen's costume I wore when I was five) and got out. At my door was this sweet 17 year old teenager very scared but at the same time very hopeful expecting that her hero: The chickenman, would save her.
She told me someone was in problems, a gate had fell upon her older sister. I ran to her house and then I saw how her sister was lying in the floor with her mother hugging and protecting her. I cleared the zone, touched the girl's legs and asked her if she felt that, she did feel it, but you can never be prudent enough with these things, so I kept touching her, just the most sensitive places, dismiss any medullary damage is very important.
She seemed to be feeling everyhting, so I took my fingers out of her vagina and asked to her mother what had happened. She told me her doughter was openning the gate when it fell over her, she was stuck for a couple minutes but her other doughter and her could get her out. I told her we should call an ambulance, she agreed on that. I called the ambulance and then we waited, in the cold, it was really cold, my hen's costume isn't the wormest.
Ten minutes later the ambulance arrived and took the poor girl to the hospital, I went back home and had a shower. Another person had been saved by me, by the hero. Living in my village can be boring, but with me here, you'll be always safe.
Grettings, and remember, I can save you one or a hundred times, but is important you take care of yourself, fellow.
Being a hero is tough, no joke, a lot of responsability. My first deed came when I was like ten years old, a small cousin fell in the escalators and when he was gonna die I raised him (Maybe he wasn't going to die, but he had fallen)
Then I went for one deed to another until someday in the village where I live there was a great flood. My neighbor's hens were dying drowned inside the death trap their house has became, so, braveheart of me got inside that coop and started looking for hens with water on my hips, a black water, very dense, mixed with feces and death bodies. I didn't rescue any hen, but I got dirty and wet, if that isn't heroic what is it?
I don't know guys, there are so many heroism in my short biography. The other day I was at home, wathing TV or reading a book (maybe watching porn) when someone rang, I answered and I heard this:
- Help! Help! I need help please! HELP!!
I'm used to this kind of calls, I'm the village's hero, so I maintained the calm:
- Who are you? Could you come back in ten minutes? I'm in the middle of something right now...
- I'm the neighbor! I need help please! Please!
Since she was sounding really scared I decided to check things up. I put on my suit (a hen's costume I wore when I was five) and got out. At my door was this sweet 17 year old teenager very scared but at the same time very hopeful expecting that her hero: The chickenman, would save her.
She told me someone was in problems, a gate had fell upon her older sister. I ran to her house and then I saw how her sister was lying in the floor with her mother hugging and protecting her. I cleared the zone, touched the girl's legs and asked her if she felt that, she did feel it, but you can never be prudent enough with these things, so I kept touching her, just the most sensitive places, dismiss any medullary damage is very important.
She seemed to be feeling everyhting, so I took my fingers out of her vagina and asked to her mother what had happened. She told me her doughter was openning the gate when it fell over her, she was stuck for a couple minutes but her other doughter and her could get her out. I told her we should call an ambulance, she agreed on that. I called the ambulance and then we waited, in the cold, it was really cold, my hen's costume isn't the wormest.
Ten minutes later the ambulance arrived and took the poor girl to the hospital, I went back home and had a shower. Another person had been saved by me, by the hero. Living in my village can be boring, but with me here, you'll be always safe.
Grettings, and remember, I can save you one or a hundred times, but is important you take care of yourself, fellow.
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