Billy Morrison Hypocrisy

I thought I was done with Billy Idol but then went on Instagram and saw this …

Ah, now I get it. Billy Idol deleted My comment because his guitarist, Billy Morrison, is also a pop artist. It all makes perfect sense now. He didn’t want Billy Morrison seeing My comment and then clicking on My profile only to discover that My pop art paintings are better than his. He had to delete Me so that all eyes were on the painting that his mate created for his Australian “brushfire” relief. (Ever thought about using “Grammarly” Billy? Google it.)

Billy Idol and Billy Morrison teamed up together and stole My idea. Fuck.

That’s not the first time a celebrity (or business competitor) who thinks they’re all that because they have lots of Monopoly money has stolen My ideas. Actually, lots of people stole My shit when I lived in America, and here in Australia too come to think of it. Don’t you have any ideas of your own guys? Freaking hopeless. Even in the good ol’ US of A, I was light years ahead of the average dunce and created quite a bit of controversy while living there. I was interviewed by The Comics Journal and referred to as a “bad girl” and “bitch from hell”, simply because I excel at calling out people on their bullshit. The Americans also used to ridicule and call Me a “foreigner” … but then turned around and stole the “foreigner’s” business ideas and cashed in on them. Should I mention any names? Probably not, because then they’d predictably try to sue Me for “defamation”. I know how these money-hungry cunts work. These days, shining a light on people’s crap and stating the facts (“defamation”) is a crime. What a fucked up world we live in.

I got tired of the arseholes so commissioned the following piece by Armando Huerta. I wanted him to capture My personality and what I thought of all the Americans who wanted to be like Me in a sassy comic character. He did a great job. It’d make an awesome painting which I could then auction off in My Australian “brushfire” relief. What do you think?

I’m pretty sure Billy Morrison would have a difficult time painting something like that. “Morrison” … that rings a bell. Reminds Me of another self-righteous hypocrite. What’s his name again? Oh, that’s right. Scott Morrison! Wow, nice synchronicity.

Two Morrisons pretending they give a fuck about the devastation the fires have caused to Australia, and the animals. Add Billy Idol to that list.

“Like you, I’ve been watching the terrible fires in Australia with great concern. The damage to humans and wildlife alike thus far has been devastating and as we prepare to come to play in Australia and New Zealand in the coming days our thoughts are with those dealing with the ongoing crisis.” – Billy Idol

The three stooges claim to be “concerned” about the deaths of over 800 million animals but at the same time, go to restaurants and order cooked animals to eat. (Note: according to AXS, Billy Idol is a “vegetarian who also eats fish”. A fish is an animal Billy, which means you are not a vegetarian. See the “vege” in “vegetarian”?) 🙄

Hey guys! Want to really dine in style? Then head on over to the Australian bush for an all-you-can-eat buffet. Lots of cooked animals Down Under. I’m sorry there’s no table service but I’m sure you’ll manage. Just leave your studded leather jackets back at the hotel, change into some footy shorts and singlets, and don’t forget to bring some cutlery.

If you’re not the brightest crayon in the box you could easily be led to believe that Billy Morrison is an animal lover. After all, it seems like he loves his dog.

Investigate a little further and you will soon discover that you were wrong. Animal lovers don’t post photos of burnt turkeys on their Instagram …

… or cooked animal corpses on a plate.

What’s the point of being a “rock star” if you eat decomposing flesh? You’d think that somebody who has the potential to influence millions would do something good with their acquired fame rather than just prance around on stage like a blow-arse. If I was in their position I’d be spreading the vegan message like there’s no tomorrow, but that’s just Me. Billy Idol has also stated that “rock ‘n’ roll and food don’t go together”. I thought rock stars were supposed to be smart. The food you eat has everything to do with everything, but that’s a whole another novel. Maybe next time.

My hypocrisy meter blew a fuse a while ago and I’m not even done yet. Sorry Billy, somebody needs to call you and the other guys out on your bullshit and I’m the best person for the job. I see you held an art exhibition called Humanity in West Hollywood a couple of months ago.

Comprised of 21 paintings on canvas, with mediums that span oils, acrylics and spray-paint, the work in HUMANITY is a look at Billy’s life over the past year, with meditations on self-care and health …

Self-care and health? I hope you didn’t paint burnt turkeys or anything like that.

Oh Christ, Gary Numan and his wife with the botched plastic surgery were there. What a “coincidence”. I just wrote a blog about Gemma a couple of weeks ago.

Is that Ron Jeremy in the yellow and black shirt? I hope not. I remember the time when that man-of-every-girl’s-dreams tried to feel My tits and I was a few seconds away from dropping him to the ground with a swift kick to the balls. What’s with these dudes who think that just because they have money they’re automatically granted the authority to sexually harass women? Gene Simmons got lucky when I begged My boyfriend at the time not to beat him up in a public place after he asked if he could hook up with Me. In some dark back alley, maybe, but not in the middle of a party with over a hundred witnesses. I wasn’t particularly interested in being all over the front cover of every tabloid magazine for the next week, or however long.

Check out the airhead with the toxic tits and eating disorder. She reminds Me of Me back in the day when I was brainwashed and had those horrendous things inserted into My chest. I had My breast implants removed in 2008, just before I moved back to Australia. Smartest decision I’ve made in My life. Those hair extensions are really bad as well, and that face. She looks like the blonde version of Gemma O’Neil. One day, when I could be bothered, I’ll post all the photos I have of Me with blonde extensions, fake boobs, etc. Thank FUCK I never touched My face. I seriously would have regretted doing that. Who wants to look like Frankenstein’s monster? The chick in the photo doesn’t seem to mind.

I really can’t stand these superficial art exhibitions. I attended one hosted by pin-up artist Olivia De Berardinis years ago and remember how hard it was to hold in the cringe. Firstly, I was forced to walk down a red carpet which led to the entrance of the venue. I’ve always wondered why they made such a big deal about red carpets. I mean, it’s just a fucking carpet, and it’s red. I can go and buy one from K-Mart and walk down it every day if I please. My cat can walk on it too if she wants. If walking down the royal red carpet wasn’t bad enough, when I got to the end of it, the photographer asked Me to stand in front of a wall so he can take photos. I immediately felt the blood rush to My face and a major panic attack coming on. I raised My hand, politely said “no” and practically ran for My life through the front door.

The red carpet is an ingredient used in a magical spell I call “celebrity mind control”. The idiot box has brainwashed millions of people around the world into believing that celebrities are gods walking on Earth. Wake up! Just because somebody walks down a red carpet, stands in front of a wall covered in sponsored logos, and poses for a bunch of photographers, it doesn’t mean they’re special and/or possess some kind of superpowers. The power is in the media and the black magic they use to hypnotise the masses. The Holly Wood magicians wave their Holy Wand to cast their magic spell. I’m one of the few who are immune to the mind control and that’s one of the reasons why I’m targeted. The pedos who run Hollywood don’t like people who can see through their game.

Before I left Australia to be raped by America I was speaking to some guy at the mall in Sydney and telling him how excited I was to be leaving to go to the US soon. He was in his 70’s and looked at Me in disapproval. He told Me that he worked in Hollywood for 20 years and that I was very “naive” to think I could just fly to America and instantly become the next silver-screen sex goddess. The Aussie Marilyn Monroe. Actually, what I really wanted was to be the lead vocalist of My Goth wannabe ex-husband’s band, Oracle. A female Marilyn Manson. That plan failed because the bass guitarist didn’t want Me taking all the attention away from him. One day at studio rehearsals, I grabbed the microphone and started rapping in My Aussie accent, and that was the end of that. It was a resounding “no” from the band so I was left with no other option but to officially sign Myself on as their make-up artist, videographer, graphic designer and artist. See that Oracle backdrop? Hand-painted by the Queen baby.

The old guy told Me I was “naive” back in 1999 and that word, “naive”, has stuck with Me ever since. I should have listened to the guy, but didn’t because it was My destiny to go to America and discover who was responsible for mind-fucking the masses.

So, I’m ending My rant for tonight with the following question:

What’s so “humane” about “Humanity”, the art show hosted by a person who blindly supports the inhumane torture and execution of animals?

Murder is what it is, and murder is far from “humane”. Think long and hard about that Billy Morrison and instead of wasting your time pumping weights at the gym so you can build muscle at the expense of the lives of innocent tortured animals, start watching some vegan documentaries so the blinders can be removed from your eyes.

Du bist ein kunstprodukt
TV makes you superstar
Kunstprodukt
Popstar, popstar
Wunderbar

You are an artifact
TV makes you superstar
Artifact
Pop star, pop star
Wonderful

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