I’m predicting few “JOOOOO!!!!”-y comments this week, but I’ve been wrong before:
Am I really alone among all the writers making fun of Bono this week (…) to note that, were satire really the industrial-strength stupidity solvent he thinks it is, the U2 singer himself would have been reduced to a small, stubborn carpet stain ages ago? (…)
Like another Irish immigrant–cum—public menace, the former Paul David Hewson is bolshily resistant to the particular diseases he spreads—in his case: counterproductive zillion-dollar “humanitarianism”; standard-issue “climate change” verbal smog; and now, the toxic myth that humorous ridicule is chemo, not shark cartilage, when administered to scoundrels. Call him Typhoid Bono. (…)
If the claims Bono and other twats (right and left) make for satire were sound, the offices of Charlie Hebdo would have been awash with Muslim blood rather than their own.
