If you had somehow made it halfway through 2008 believing, against mountains of available evidence to the contrary that Kanye West was anything more than a whiny little bitch-child, an immature little ratfuck begging for attention with bright lights and sophomoric sexuality, a shadowy imitation of a man whose only apparent talent lies in recognizing the good in what others have done and exploiting it after a remix, then you are about to be violently disabused of your fantasy notions, courtesy of Kanye himself, and the patient-up-to-a-fucking-point fans of the recently concluded Bonnaroo, Tennessee music festival. Of course, if you're the sort of easily-led scoop-skull that's convinced by magazines and television that Kanye is somehow good, than you didn't even complete the first sentence of this entry. Verbosity: How we're weeding you fuckers out.
From what I heard, he didn't really fuck up the weekend for anyone so much as give people someone worthy and fun to hate on for a few days. He now gets some criticism for being a prima donna, and apparently is so thin-skinned that he has to respond with ALL CAPS denunciations of those people who would dare to trash the personage that is the Kanye. And just read this thing; Who references his Mac Book Air when really upset? You think he gets paid for a plug like that? This thing reads like the texting of a mad 15 year old girl. And does anyone on Earth care if his stage show cuts into his skillion and four dollar paycheck when he could still buy and sell everyone who attended Bonnaroo? And fuck your knees, Kanye; there's no reason we should have to listen to a vastly overpaid musician bitch about his swollen and sore knees when we have plenty of overpaid athletes - who have more right to that bitching - who are also willing to do it. The gall of this slimy little turd is an abomination unto real musicians. Way to punch the wind out of the good feeling created by Eddie Vedder and Jack Johnson onstage at the same time, you jumped-up little fucking whore.
There is no longer any denial: Kanye West is a little bitch-child homunculus being manipulated by evil forces who seek to alter our definitions of what is good and what is bad. That evil force is childish, which explains the Teddy Bear used on Kanye's albums, his need to be seen as a Christ figure, his need for attention and approval which overrides his basic human sense, and his urge to be a symbol of sexual potency. It's as if he is a bundle of confused teenage demons, dressed in a music star suit, or perhaps his whole career is compensation for a lack of true sex organs. I suspect Kanye is smooth & undifferentiated in the crotchal region, like a Ken doll.
The Kanye doll - no dick, no sac, no heart, no brains, no spirit, no soul; just a lot of fucking noise and a hollow interior. Comes with lots of pretty accessories to disguise the fact that there's really nothing to it in the first place. Costs more than you've got on you.