The first time I had ever really heard of this no-talent-ass-clown was on SNL. I think it was the one where Sara Palin came on to plug her movie with Steve Carell? Anyhow, I was thinking - who let this child come on SNL? He couldn't read the teleprompter - not even close. And then when the musical act started, I actually said, get out of the way, kid, the music part is starting up. And when he stayed up there - I guess you can call that 'singing' - I was amazed that their standards had fallen so low in the booking department. I later found out he was an 'internet sensation.' With who, or whom? Certainly not the type of people who are allowed to stay up and watch SNL?
Eh, that's what I get for actually tuning into watch that trainwreck of a television show NBC doesn't have the balls to cancel.
So at least that chunk of a turd Bieber has inspired two works of art - the first, slowing his crap down 800% is about as good as the Tibetan Monk CD I purchased in 1992. The second is posted above you... I also last cared about John K, yeah, right around 1992.