First of all, I'd like to address her fans: GO
TO HELL. Next, I'd like to address her (and if she know's what's good for
her, she'll come to my page often, because it's the best): Just Die. You
stupid, ugly, hag. I don't want to hear your music, I don't
want to hear your bullshit. I don't even want to risk hearing it by
accident on someone else's radio. You make me SICK, you sack of puke.
Celine dion's face looks like it was stitched to her ass.
I can't even begin to fathom why anyone likes her, or her overly
emotional "music". It sounds contrived, almost as if she's wailing out
of self-pity. As one stupid jerk fan puts it: "It deftly leaps from
intimacy to grandeur, from joy to heart-wrenching sadness and across the
full emotional spectrum while maintaining a stylistic and thematic
unity." Joy to heart-wrenching sadness my ASS. "while maintaining a
stylistic and thematic unity." What the hell is this bullshit.. will
someone please tell me what this bullshit is... I'm wading through the
bullshit here.. please, stop the bullshit.
I've heard her rendition of the revolting "My Heart Will Go On" atrocity
by James Horner and William Jennings. It sucks. I've gone through more
emotions while taking a 10-minute shit than listening to that blubbering
hag weep about love and feelings. Feelings are for the weak. Listen to
this sap go on about the sound track of the movie "Titanic": "James has
walked the tightrope by using synthesizer, vocals and full orchestra to
create a timeless sound which tells us that these people were not so very
different from us. Their hopes, their fears, their passions are like ours."
Please. Can the bullshit get any thicker than this? What the hell is
this jack-ass blabbing about? Their hopes, fears, and passions being not
unlike our own? This sovereign of the obvious is right on mark. What the
hell else would their "hopes, their fears," and "their passions" be like?
What, are we to assume that these over-payed actors, anachronistically
depicting a bunch of losers from the late nineteenth / early-twentieth
century, are conveying feelings of humans that were somehow vastly
different from those found in our own time? What a crock of shit. That
is why I won't see the movie "Titanic" or any other big budget suck-fest
made to target the weak-minded, empty, boring, depressed-losers with no
other reason to live than to have a few artificial feelings induced by
some jack-ass that wrote a "love" story. And this is why I hate Celine
dion.
She is the culmination of all that I hate. Her, that damned Alanis
Morisette, Ellen Degeneris, Disney, trends, music etc etc.