I know you know I’m about to write about Justin Bieber. You can tell by the title but, before you skip over to the next article . . .
Give me an ear (or eye, whatever you prefer). I promise you, this won’t be that type of article where the unfortunate reader is forced to comment: “Ten minutes of my life I will never get back”.
What is it with these commentators anyway? What do you mean, “Ten minutes of my life I will never get back ”? So, are you saying that if you were rocketing to the moon in those ten minutes you would’ve been able to get those ten minutes back? Is that what you’re saying? Are you saying that if you were playing Diablo in those ten minutes you could have reversed time? No one can get any time back no matter what they do! That’s the whole point of life, we die by the second. Now you are saying: “Yes Edward but I could have spent that time reading something more interesting and constructive like one of those atheist articles.” Think about what you are saying. If this was about doing something more constructive or interesting, why didn’t you just log out and call your parents, you know? They actually miss you and would like to know how life is treating you. Bond, buddy. Wouldn’t that be a more constructive conversation? You are probably sitting in the office at work, why not log out and do what you are SUPPOSE to do? Work! How’s THAT for constructivity? . . . and don’t even try to tell me that word does not exist. CONSTRUCTIVITY. I wrote it, you read it, and you can see it there on your screen. What more evidence do you need that the Word exists? Typical Aconstructivityist. Oh, so because it’s not in the dictionary, it doesn’t exist? The dictionary was actually written by the devil of literature, Litifer.
“Look, Edward, at least I’m prioritising my unproductiveness.”
Anyway, do you know what the problem with society is? We don’t appreciate diversity and originality. The world has set a norm and when someone does not conform to it, we banish him . . . /her (diplomat). I remember when Justin Bieber burst on the music scene. He came out with guns blazing, taking down names. Actually, he came out with a tight jean, bracelets on his arm and fringe hanging over his forehead. Everyone was like, “Justin Bieber is Gay!” or “Justin Bieber? . . . try Justin Barbie” or “Justin Bieber belongs on the rim of an ashtray . . . fag.” I was thinking to myself, what’s wrong with these people?! He’s just a kid! A very TALENTED kid, by that. And what if he’s gay? Nothing wrong with that. Elton John is gay, George Michael is gay, Freddy mercury is gay, The Parlotones are gay . . . what? . . . they’re not? I thought . . . Are you sure? I could’ve sworn . . . Anyhow, I hate Justin Bieber-haters. You see, my first experience with Justin’s music made me a devoted fan. It was something like this:
I got into my car on my way home from work and switched on the car stereo. I heard this kid singing: “I know you love me . . . I know you care.” I thought to myself, not bad for a kid.As I continued listening, I started tapping my thumb on the steering wheel to the beat. The beat just made me do it, you know. After a while, without my conscious permission, my head started bopping to the beat. It was like the rhythm of the song was streaming from the speakers, going into my body, and making me do thing. As the chorus came on, my body was in full swing! When my left hand wasn’t changing gears, my fingers were snapping to the snare drum. Justin was killing it: “Baby… Baby,baby, ooooh . . . .my. baby…baby,baby,NOOOO!” I was thinking, who is this kid?!The best part was when I came to a ramp at the bridge that took me down from the airport road onto the N8. The ramp is steep. As I entered the ramp going down, Justin sang: “I’m going down, down, down dooown . . . down down dooown.” AAAAAAWWWWWWSSSOOOOME!!! Then the chorus came back on again and I was pushing it from the depth of my lungs: Baby. . .baby,baby,ooooh! . .my. .Baby,baby, NOOOO!!.
It was almost like that Youtube channel, The Atheist Experience. Only this was The Bieber Experience.
But this is all beside the point. If you do a little background study on Justin, you would know that all the major record labels didn’t want to sign him because, according to them “There is no platform for his voice. Too small.” You see, these record labels where following what other record labels were doing. “Other record labels don’t sign little kids so, we won’t sign little kids either.” Not even our little Justin? The problem with Justin was, as an artist, he was different from the rest, because was very young. He was like Vincent Van Gough: talented but *sigh*. . .not what we want at present. Maybe later. He was misunderstood. Like that painting of Munch (or is it Munich?). I think it’s called “Scream”. The guy standing at a bridge with his hands to his head and a gaping mouth. Have you seen that painting? Is it just me or does it seem like that guy is screaming, “Noooooo!!” Maybe he’s not screaming, maybe he’s singing: “Baby . . . baby,baby, NOOOO!!” Like the artist captured the part where he sang “NOOOO!!”. Misunderstood. Just look in the background of the painting, is that perhaps ramp near the bridge? A ramp going down? Do you see it? No? Man, this is getting creepy. Don’t you feel like you’re reading the Da Vinci Code right now? No? I mean, not like DA VINCICODE!!!! But a little more subtle, da vinci code.Lol, I know there’s some Theist thinking: It’s Da Vinci Code! Capital Letters! It’s a NAME! Don’t try to belittle Da Vinci by writing it in small letters.
I want to end this article on a very serious note. I read somewhere that a father killed his son because he’s homosexual. The father must have been extremely embarrassed on his son’s behalf. “What will my friend and family think?” Things would have been different had that man not care what people say and think. It would have been different if that father ignored the norm and loved his son regardless. (and please, I don’t want to get into an argument about religion). Let’s face it, the relation between a homosexual son and his heterosexual father cannot be normal. But it’s not wrong either, it’s just different and the life of a homosexual person is just as valuable as that of a heterosexual. We cannot let others or their idea of moral value dictate our actions. Why do you think that guy got beat to death over stealing sweets? Because the bystanders, who probably did not even know what the guy did wrong, just followed suite: “Everyone else is beating him, why don’t I just join in. Besides, taking justice in our own hands is nothing new now. Everyone else is doing it.” No!, justice is in the hands of the Police and Justice departments. Whether they are doing a good job or not, it’s their responsibility and if you try to override that, more chaos will follow. It’s a life-time of living that the homosexual boy and the sweet-toothed-thief will never get back. At some degree we take the wrong things too serious. Like the Spear. Who is going to march against the unjust done to that poor boy? Or that man beat to death over sweets? I’ll be waiting to see. We need to prioritise what we take serious.
Dude, have you googled the “Scream” painting yet? . . . Why not? . . . Go check it out! Just imagine he’s singing “Baby. . .,baby, baby. . . NOOOO!” Come on, don’t be a partypooper.
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