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GRATUITOUS DEFAMATION OF CHARACTER, TWO Henry Rollins.
Rollins is EVIL! How many times do I have to remind you of this fact? He
only dates underweight, socially retarded, self-hating women ("models"). On
one record, he boasted of how, when girls don't fuck him, he'll jerk off in
their hair-after they've gone to sleep. He hates any sign of weakness. His
neck is swollen like it's been stung by a swarm of bees (rule one: never
trust a man whose neck is thicker than his head). He faces down walls for
calling his pint a poof. He likes metal. All he wears are Speedos and girls
hang off them-that's not punk rock, that's cock rock.
His idea of a good conversation-piece is a bench press.
Listen, fuckheads. I'm a music critic, not journalist. Critics criticize.
Journalists report hard news. Facts are only reported on by the winners. Go
on-define me the truth. Back in England, we had only two slogans for
American culture nerds. "If you can dance to it, it ain't music." "If a
venue doesn't have seats, it isn't a venue. It's a cattle shed." I am not a
journalist.
Answers to my two most commonly asked questions. |