You know, I’ve been giving a lot of thought lately to applying for more writing jobs outside of Los Angeles. It seems like, in the publishing industry, there really just aren’t as many options out here. The majority of print media jobs are located in New York City. But who the hell wants to live in a city where the mayor allows the temporary renaming of a street from West 53rd to U2 Way. Jesus Fucking Christ. As far as I’m concerned, the entire borough of Manhattan is complicit in this crime against humanity. U2 is no more worthy of having a street named after them child killers are worthy of parole hearings. I don’t even think child killers receive the privilege of having a parole hearing, but if one of them ever has…that child killer is just about as horrible as U2.

I don’t care if Letterman announced five nights of U2 on his television show. I mean, sure it makes me lose respect for Letterman, but I rarely watch Late Night television so what difference does it make in my life? Sure I’ve also lost respect for the city of New York as a whole, since they collectively dropped to their knees and begged to fellate the biggest worst band in the world. Name a street after a local hero or a fireman or something, not the dwarfish asshole whose rock band helped drop Ireland’s economy into the shitter with their $250 million-dollar tower in Dublin. I don’t even care if you name the street after the call girl who forced Elliott Spitzer to resign as governor. That’d be more respectable than honoring the guy who is currently composing the music for a Broadway show with a $40 million dollar budget. You remember that story, right? Spider Man the musical? Which will have to run for roughly 8,000 years in order to break even? Yeah, Bono and U2 sure are heroes worthy of official recognition!

By the way, did anyone else notice that it took Pitchfork over three months to “break” the story about Bono composing the music for Spider Man? I wrote about that shit in October. I guess it’s easy to lose track of time when your tongue (and the entire rest of your body) is firmly lodged in the anuses of Animal Collective. Nice going, indie nerds.

The AP story about this “event” concludes with the statement, “The Dublin, Ireland band has sold tens of millions of records and has taken up several political and social causes.” Well, it’s not that hard to sell tens of millions of records when you’re continually repackaging and remastering the same albums over and over again and calling them “expanded” or “deluxe” or “super deluxe”. I think I’ve already said enough about Bono’s philanthropic misadventures. He took $100 million dollars from major corporations like Motorola and Apple to market his “Product Red” campaign, and raised only $18 million to support the cause. Too bad the imbecile didn’t just take that $100 million and pour it into humanitarian efforts. Instead he had stupid red bracelets and cellphones produced that nobody bought. Nice goin’ douche.

I really hate Bono.

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