Blair Shows No Remorse, Bin Laden Augurs More Conflict, Jedward Achieve Success, Alex Reid Wins BB, and Music Continues to Die Slow and Painful Death…

Osama bin Laden prophesies more conflict. Alex Reid wins Big Brother. Jedward hit No.2 in the singles charts. It’s the end of civilisation as we know it. Run for the hills; get down to your private bunkers, and forsake this mad, doomed world. The four horsemen are galloping into town, even as we speak…

Alexandra Burke is bad enough, but how in Hades did those Evil Irish Twins convince people to BUY their track? I’ll admit to a soft spot for the original Vanilla Ice version of ‘Ice, Ice Baby’, but this new version (which monstrously includes elements of the original original Queen song) is the most tasteless, talentless piece of bantha fodder this side of Jabba the Hutt’s faecal discharges. Clearly the dregs of the music buying population are at their all-time lowest standard of judgement; Cheryl Cole could fart into an amplifier and it’d be guaranteed the No.1 spot, at this point.

And have all these people failed to notice that the Evil Irish Twins don’t actually DO anything on the track, other than jump up and down a lot? Vanilla Ice is the only half-talented thing in the entire affair.

As for Cowell’s cynical shepherding together of ‘artists’ (translation: a collection of X-Factor contestants, plus the senile and overrated Rod Stewart) to rape and pillage a classic piece of music (specifically, REM’s ‘Everybody Hurts’)… I’ll bite my tongue on that one, on account of it being a fundraiser for the Haitian relief efforts.

So, anyway, that covers the ongoing slow and painful death of the music industry…

Popular culture in general continues to march to the rythmless beat of Katie Price’s drum. Quite why Alex Reid won Big Brother is something of a mystery (all he did, as far as I could see, was get naked a lot and sound stupid); but the great Jordan, never one to miss a trick or a profit, promptly married him (in a quick and ‘quiet’ ceremony – which, needless to say, also included photographers from a celebrity magazine). That bandwagon got to her so phenomenally quickly, it must have been drawn by the same lions that drew Mark Antony’s chariot.

Seriously, Katie Price and Simon Cowell should surely join forces; they’d be unstoppable. They could own and run the entire mainstream media within a year, tops.

As for the Iraq inquiry and Tony Blair’s recent grilling; why is everyone so shocked or disappointed that he didn’t ‘apologise’ for the invasion of Iraq? Why would he apologise for something he felt was the right decision? And, regardless of whether he was right or wrong, why would you WANT someone to apologise for doing what they BELIEVED to be right?

Another very popular world figure is has just recently released his latest video message to the West. Bin Laden has indicated that there’ll be no peace until there is first peace in Palestine. There’ll be no peace, then…

Well, not unless someone goes back through time to the First World War and prevents the British government from stealing someone’s country and giving it to someone else – and all on the basis of a few Biblical passages. Though, of course, we wouldn’t want to get mixed up in temporal complications and predestination paradoxes. Anyone who watches Star Trek knows full well that it’s unwise to mess with the past.

Of course, given considerable evidence that Osama bin Laden has actually been dead for about seven years, one has to wonder who that fellow is who keeps recording these messages.

If Bin Laden truly is long deceased, then the real threat to our civilisation remains Simon Cowell and Katie Price…

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Susan Boyle Is The New Eminem, and Tony Blair Is Not the Anti-Christ…

Susan Boyle has the fastest selling debut album of all time in America; a record previously held by Eminem. Some might bemoan her success and cite it as another nail in the coffin of the music industry as any kind of meaningful artistic entity (and I’d usually be one of them); but this time I’m actually not all that bothered. Granted, Simon Cowell’s victory is invariably culture’s loss, but I don’t see how Susan Boyle shifting mega units is any more annoying than Alexandra Burke, Leona Lewis, Cheryl Cole, Hanna Montana, or a hundred other karaoke singers and PR gimicks.

What maybe is a little bit surprising is that America seems to have top-heavied the Boyle bandwagon; the American record-buying public are generally less gimick-oriented and less novelty-inclined than we are in Britain, after all. Evidently, it’s all about the backstory; the Cinderella motif. It sure as hell isn’t about the music. But then nothing coming out of an overhyped karaoke tournament is going to be about the music. It’s entirely hype over substance; that’s what happens when predominately television audiences suddenly invade record stores in time for Christmas.

Someone just as popular in America as Ms Boyle is our former Imperator, Tony Blair. Just a shame he’s not so popular in Europe (or Britain, apparently), as evidenced by his missing out on the Euro Presidency and being shafted by the continent; probably a blessing in disguise – a great many (lonely) conspiracy theorists cite the prospective role of European President as equating with the prophetic figure of the Anti-Christ… and who needs THAT for stigma?

A belated R.I.P to Edward Woodward. ‘The Wicker Man’ may be his most remembered film, but those of us who grew up in the eighties will remember him for the TV series ‘The Equaliser’. Actually, all I can properly remember about the equaliser is the wicked theme tune. Which segways me into another objection: why, by Zeus, has ‘Knight Rider’ been remade? The original is perfectly fine. What is it with film and television producers and this endless procession of remakes and retoolings? Is there no one left with any original ideas, or are there no production companies or commisionning execs willing anymore to put their money and sanction behind proper creative or inventive enterprises?

Practically every other (large-scale) cinematic release is a remake or an adaptation. Where are the writers? Sorry to sound like a grim curmudgeon, but frankly the film, music, and television industries are at their lowest, creatively speaking, that they’ve been in my lifetime. Granted, my lifetime hasn’t been that long; but it’s long enough that I remember far better days.

PS: ‘Terminator: Salvation’ is (soiled) pants.

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