Guns N' Roses vs. Bloggers Part Eleventeen
I hate it when someone beats me to the punch. Our mission as bloggers is to be sued by Axl Rose, but our counterpart Kevin Cogill, from Antiquiet.com, has succeeded where we have failed. Today Cogill struck a deal with prosecutors to plead guilty to one count of copyright infringement for leaking nine songs from Chinese Democracy on Antiquiet.com.
Cogill has been harangued by Guns N' Roses and Slash for letting the world know what a stinking turd this album is before we can foolishly buy it. So far this sonic excrement has only been reviewed by Rolling Stone's David Fricke. Fricke wrote a love letter to the album but what does he know, he's just one of Rolling Stone's gut-less, soul-less, spine-less, dick-less, mother-less, son of a whore, ass-sniffing, corporate yes-man sodomites with a bad haircut and a career that should have ended when Jann Wenner sold his soul and testicles to the devil for a blowjob from Barbara Streisand and immortality. Try to picture everything in that last sentence and you get an idea of what Mr. Fricke actually does at Rolling Stone.
Assistant U.S. Attorney and RIAA bag-man Craig Missakian has stated, "In the past, these may have been viewed as victimless crimes. But in reality, there's significant damage." Yes, this is just as bad as Hurricane Katrina, Missakian. I'm going to find this album in the Salvation Army cd pile in exactly two months. The only victim here is Kevin Cogill.
Anyway...I wish it was us. Lucky bastard... Now, back to work fighting the good fight!






I thought you were going to go with this:
I want him brought from his happy slumber over there on Melody Lane with all the other rich people and I want him brought right here, with a big ribbon on his head, and I want to look him straight in the eye and I want to tell him what a cheap, lying, no-good, rotten, four-flushing, low-life, snake-licking, dirt-eating, inbred, overstuffed, ignorant, blood sucking, dog-kissing, brainless, dickless, hopeless, heartless, fat-ass, bug-eyed, stiff-legged, spotty-lipped, worm headed, sack of monkey shit he is.
Actually my quote was borrowed from a man named Tom C. He's a bad man. This is going to be the hip-hip, happiest blog since Bing Crosby tap-danced with Danny Fuckin' Kay!