I Told You Taylor Swift Can’t Sing

Ok, you can stop emailing me. No, I did not watch the Grammy’s last night. I’d rather watch my genitals being made into a smoothee in a blender than to offer up my olfactory to that Mickey Mouse, Donald Duck bullshit; a bunch of talent-less millionaires dressed up like muppets, prancing around to fluff each other’s egos. The Grammy’s stopped being about the music many years ago, and the latest charades only prove it.

So for those of you that don’t know, apparently Taylor butchered numerous performances last night on pop music’s premier infomercial. I told you she couldn’t sing. I don’t care if she writes her own dumb songs about 17-year-old boys with a sock down their pants and the keys to daddy’s car. And you want to talk about her as a role model? How about finding role models who actually excel, or hell, even accomplish with an average competency what they set out to do. My neighbor’s dog can sing better than that. The only thing that sets Taylor Swift apart is that her eyes are set too far apart, and that looks pretty on glossy magazine covers.

People across the board are now tearing down Taylor because she can’t sing, but this is the same public that made her the biggest artist in country this year, and now in ALL of music with her “Album of the Year” Grammy win. This is the vicious pop cycle, and sorry, but FUCK YOU, I won’t participate.

This is how it works: the mass public overly glorifies an otherwise average talent to make themselves feel “inspired,” and then when the fall starts for their starlet, it is meteoric, and fueled by the jealous, narcissistic hunger of the pop public, tearing that person down with all their spite, sinking their nails into their flesh and feeding like animals off their destruction to fill their vacuous egos. It is a sick, pathetic, and all too predictable cycle that I will not participate in.

Taylor Swift is more machine than man now, and as that machine begins to crumble around her, she will face much more daunting challenges than beating out Carrie Underwood or Beyonce for some meaningless trophy, or trying to stay on pitch during a live performance. The money won’t help pad the fall, it will fuel it.

I was criticized for being mean and awful to Taylor for stating the obvious about her talent previously. I was told “she’s just a girl,” and that she “inspires young girls all across the country.” Well the pop cycle has started, and soon the words “Taylor Swift” will be a punch line to jokes, uttered by those same “fans,” while Taylor the person is onset with personal demons, hiring people to blow cocaine up her ass because her nose is blown out.

You see, I saw this whole time that inside Taylor Swift the franchise was just another human. An average human maybe, but a human nonetheless, who should be dealt with the same dignity every human should. The public will forget that, but I will remain steadfast. As much as I fear for the plight of country music, and the spirit of the American culture in general, I fear for the soul of Taylor Swift. Because they are all in peril.

–Triggerman out.

From This Taylor Swift Shit – Country Music Is Dead Nov. 13th 2009:

“Forget the arguments if Taylor Swift is country or not. Forget all the talk about her songwriting being immature. Forget that her management deals in unscrupulous ticketing practices. I watched the CMA’s cover to cover, and it began with a Taylor Swift performance where she just outright did not sing in tune. She won Female Vocalist of the Year, and she can’t even sing.”

“And part of me feels bad for Taylor Swift. I have been careful not to ever criticize her as a person. It is not her fault that this false crown has been hoisted upon her by the spoon fed American consumer, she just has to deal with the repercussions. She said that winning Entertainer of the Year was all that she ever wanted. Well when you achieve that at nineteen, there is a good possibility the rest of life is filled with letdown, and holes can open up in your life; holes that you can fall into, or that need to be fed.”