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Last the night the completely irrelevant Grammy Awards were on. As awards shows go, they’re even more useless than the Oscars. Who are these people? I was gonna list who won what, but when I looked at it, I couldn’t be fucked even getting mildly interested in any of it. The highlight, as far as I can gather was when some raper got arrested after winning three awards. No, it wasn’t the fine looking fellow in the picture below….Despite writing and releasing hundreds of songs, as good as, if not better than any random garbage that got an award last night, I’m pretty sure I’ll never get a Grammy. I’ll never get any award for anything in fact. Suits me. Awards are given out by the establishment and I’m definitely not the establishment. I’m not even anti-establishment.
Some thing at the Grammy’s. I have no idea
To say that I hate just about everything on the planet would be an understatement. There isn’t a universe big enough to contain the hatred I have for the status quo. It’s an ever expanding eco system of undiluted loathing. But that’s enough about me. Let’s talk about something else. Over at 4chan, “the internet’s most trafficked image board” according the the LA Times, autists have been putting clothes on naked women. This may seem counter intuitive given that a lot of people on the internet would much rather see women without clothes, (including me). Someone got it into their head that with AI as it was possible to take clothes off women digitally, one could just as easily put clothes on them.
This has resulted in much hilarity as Only Fans models, and others who make a living out of disrobing on the internet, or those who simply lack attention and do it to get some, have become enraged that (presumably) men are covering them up to preserve their modesty. It’s hard to figure out how any harm could be done by someone doing this, but no doubt someone will find a way to make it a hate crime or something. It’s just amusing, as far as I can see.
But no, it’s all about men dominating women. There it is on Twitter, it didn’t take long. Paul Joseph Watson made a short Youtube video about it. It’s hard not to laugh about all of this. 4chan, of course is the home of memes, and this one will run it’s course and the weaponized autism will turn it’s gaze to something else. It’s funny for now though.
Today’s journal ain’t going’ nowhere really. It’s Monday and the week is off to a slow start. At least it’s not snowing. I put the snow blower away yesterday. I don’t want to have to get it out again until next winter. Even then I’m not keen to get it out. Sunshine all week. Rest assured I will not be putting clothes on women here. I will be removing them vigorously.
Yep, here it is, the 2024 Song of the Year. Best version ever…