thau@h-sc1.UUCP (robert thau) (07/16/85)
>> [Someone hates Madonna] > > She donated her time and efforts to the LIVE AID concert. In so doing > she helped collect enough money to make a real difference for many > starving people. Apparently neither our government nor the corporate > establishment has as much power. (No, we give the Spics guns ... more iron, nutritious ... well, at least they ease the hunger problem ... Whoops!!!! wrong newsgroup :-) > Mr. Robinson, you incontinent, hate-ridden atavism, over the totality > of your life you will never perform as much social service as did she > in 25 minutes. You are not worthy to lick her boots. Kindly dry up > and blow away. Hey. For a front row (backstage?) seat at the Led Zep reunion I would gladly have stood onstage for twenty minutes. Maybe even an hour. More seriously, the PR value of the appearance for Madonna herself is substantial. For all I know, she's Albert Schweitzer, Mother Theresa, Florence Nightingale, and Martin Luther King, all wrapped up in a Playboy centerfold. However, I doubt that anybody manages so little social service over a lifetime that they're beat out by Madonna bouncing on stage and squeaking for twenty minutes. > [Personal aside: I'm no fan of Madonna's music or apparent attitudes. > But my particular tastes can't encompass anybody's existence. In > fact, they can barely encompass someone's most insignificant surface > qualities. I was reminded of that by the concert. Readers are > invited to remind me again, not necessarily gently, when next I > pontificate about something.] > -- > Oded Feingold {decvax, harvard}!mitvax!oaf ("Barely encompass someone's most insignificant surface qualities?") Fine. I can deal. There are jewels floating in the depths of some peoples' souls you can't see through the muck on the surface. Cool. I don't object to Madonna's attitudes. I don't give a damn about her private life. She can do whatever she wants, as far as I'm concerned, *SO LONG AS I DON'T HAVE TO HEAR HER PITIFUL ATTEMPTS TO SING*. I've tried to find another radio station. In Boston, there aren't any. Grrrrrrrrr.