THe FReCKLeD FINGeR

Well... you know what?

The hell with this little Justin Bieber internet crying girl... Cody.  She doesn't have the slightest clue of what she has started.  She will be responsible, when all the blood is wiped away and all the bodies are gathered, for more deaths than World War II... due to all the pain and suffering, it will be dubbed 'Awwwwschwitz' by the media because sole responsibility falls on Bieber's cuteness.

I know, I know... she's only four or however old she wants us to think she is.  She's the devil, and she has already begun the devil's work and doesn't even know it yet. Here we go...

Welcome to Hell ladies and gentlemen.

OK, so this little jerk is whining all over the internet about this Bieber kid.  The mother, fueled by visions of internet stardom, expends very little effort in attempts to console or explain to this hysterical idiot about life and how to act properly when going through it.  With the dreams of talking to Tom Bergeron dancing in her head, she decides to try and elevate the situation for the sake of the video and it's impending potential.  She knows exactly what she is doing, the more she pushes this girl, the better the result and hopefully, the higher the view count.

This video, of course, to my devastating anger, explodes immediately, releasing a hidden message completely inaudible to all except girls 8-17yrs of age throughout the world.  The message is just as terrible as it is direct.

Every other little brat is going to see the response this girl got from Justin.  They will want personal appearances.  They will beg, kick, scream and urinate until they get they're very own Justin Bieber lap to sit upon... but they will be disappointed.  If you open a Biology book, you will see what exactly happens to disappointed little girls:  They bottle the shit up!  They bottle shit up as tight as they possibly can... and just when it might be bottled up tight enough, even too tight for comfort, it's tightened up even fuckin' more!  Mass suicides will sweep across America and YouTube will be flooded with even more videos that surface hourly of mothers crying for Justin to visit their daughters' funerals.

Women were never visited by John or Paul during Beatlemania.  My mother never told tales of Ringo showing up at her door after she sent Walter Cronkite polaroids of herself inconsolably crying.  No!  The Beatles had smarter people around them to turn away these psychotic bitches because they know, it's safer and better for their client's wellbeing in the long run if I don't give in and visit just one girl.  Let us remember, Mark David Chapman, for he cried out for John Lennon throughout the night, on various occasions, but he never got the attention he wanted or felt was stolen from him by Yoko.

Unfortunately for Bieber, the former cute and adorable little angels are now crazy fuckin' young adults that are capable of many things: they can rent cars, sharpen knives, buy shovels, be pre-approved for credit cards, they can create a life and just as quickly take it away.  They no longer want him to come over for supper.  No, no, no.  That was then.  Now they want to make sure that no other girls have Justin over for supper.  They cannot nor will not be stopped until they get what they want... the Bieber blood.  They do not wish to own a vile of the young lad's life giving fluid, but rather stain the streets he walks as a symbol that they were his last and most memorable personal appearance.

I'm saying it right now and mark my words:  Justin Bieber will be dead in 6months.  No, it won't happen in a cute way either, like his body being ripped into two dozen boyishly-adorable and cutesy little pieces by a crowd of crazed cunts chanting 'ONE LESS LONEY GIRL!". 

No, it will be Murder One by the most ambitious of these scorn girls.  It will be in an alley.  It will be ugly.