The day I found out the scum was a homo I threw away every album, tape and CD that I had of the creep. When I am listening to the radio and I hear his songs start, I change the channel. I quit listening when he ran his mouth about my Creator. When the homo said Jesus was nothing. That is when I dealt him off. He has a date with his Creator also, at the Great White Throne. Johnny Boy ain’t going to like the outcome of that meeting.
Every time faggie celebrities do something even more outrageous than their sordid reputation, the call goes out:
“But sometimes we have to separate the art from the artist!”
Bullcorn! Heard that cr@p every time Frank Not-so-hotra Sinatra was in the news for punching out yet another elderly drunk or hapless waiter. The artist sucks as a human being, his music equally sucks.
A faggie’s music is faggie music, period. And anyway, performers in general live in a special creepy world that I want no part of.
“For behold, God is not mocked.”