ISIS finds itself this Monday morning with serious repercussions from its Paris terror attacks. The French rented an airplane they used to bomb a Syrian Sambo’s, millions of people have emotionally invested in their new French flag Facebook profile pictures, and Madonna’s rambling tear-filled Stockholm concert speech that may just spark a tidal wave of peace.
Madonna gave the twenty second shoutout to Paris that went on for another eight minutes to a packed house of Swedes who cheered because their English is just bad enough to make everything anyone says on a stadium mic sound slightly profound. Also, vodka. Madonna called for peace through unity and understanding. After adjusting her fifty-seven year old tits in her corset and truss, she added human dignity. How good was Madonna’s speech? President Obama basically ripped it word for word as his own strategic foreign policy on ISIS just a day later. By the time Madonna transitioned from geo-politics into Like a Prayer, there wasn’t a dry eye in the house. If we don’t see a complete surrender by the extremists of unnamed religion by Wednesday, let’s just say, you’re looking at another Madonna ad hoc. You’re not scheduled to blow yourself up until February. You’ll never make it.
Back before the last ice age, ginormous asshole Sean Penn and donkey witch Madonna were married. Then they broke up because only one needy bitch at a time can occupy a marriage. But lately he’s been spotted at a couple of her shows. Could they be bumping sandy snatch parts again?
The cops were called for a noise complaint during desiccated crone Madonna’s 57th birthday party in the Hamptons. It was the deafening noise of someone trying to hold on to her youth that alerted the authorities.
Madonna went on YouTube to pretend to answer impromptu questions from her fans while making sure to keep her face at a 43-degree angle to the camera for even one degree off and her skeleton appears to dance. Just past the two minute mark, she reads a question about that awkward make-out session with Drake at Coachella and fired off her an obviously canned response, “I kissed a girl and I liked it.” That’s what the young kids call throwing shade. Madonna could’ve benefitted from a pause to pretend it wasn’t written by her assistant. Also that her intense hair bleach wasn’t causing her hearing aids to malfunction. At the eight minute mark, she makes mention of Drake again, claiming he begged her to come up on stage and stick her tongue down his throat while she remained hesitant since she’s 57 and even her mouth herpes are getting long in the tooth. We may never know the truth behind both sides allegations. The fortunate part being we don’t care.
Just 25-days ago America’s finest music makers were on a podium declaring the death of Spotify and Pandora and announcing the launch of Tidal, the true artist-fair music app. Kanye West, Madonna, that dude in the Mickey Mouse head, and Nicki Minaj got doe-eyed explaining how Tidal would cost only twice as much as its competitors so Madonna could afford a decent oneg shabbat spread for her Kabbalah cluster. That pretty much killed Tidal in the crib. Even Kanye’s hand upon Tidal couldn’t save that fucker. After a few downloads in the opening week, Tidal dropped off the bottom of the iPhone charts while Spotify and Pandora both had record signups thanks to a bunch of unlikable famous people talking shit about them. The enemy of my app is my friend. Displaying his unwavering loyalty, Kanye has removed the Tidal logo from his Twitter profile and retro-deleted every single Tweet he’d made about the service. Then he announced his won-loss record remains perfect. Memorial services for Tidal will be held later this week. Beyonce will sing a song she didn’t write and bitch about how she’s not getting songwriter royalties.