Van Morrison, you worthless mick

[Roper Crossburn]

I have had it up to here with this piece of shit. Van Morrison claims to believe in freedom, so why is he censoring the work of artists far more talented then himself? Why did he butcher a DUET with the one and only Roper Crossburn and release a nootered and mutilated version that fails at its singular purpose? Who the hell does he think he is?

Listen here Van, you drunken, yellowtoothed fat Irish toad. You diabetic muppet. Read these words and feel them in your bones.

We had an AGREEMENT.

I don't care what papers were or were not signed. When you give me your word, as a grown Man, that is a BINDING CONTRACT. PERIOD.

You were there with me in the studio. We took turns singing and when it was my turnm you nodded approvingly and smiled at the words that emerged from my lips. You even suggested I change one of said lines to make more poetical, and I was happy to do so. A rare event indeed.

How DARE you strip away my hard work without my permission, without so much as a call, a text, to me or my agent, nothing. You said nothing. You acted like you were God.

THERE IS NO GOD EXCEPT ALMIGHTY CHRIST!!!!!

Understand this: I do not sing duets with other fellas. It is unbecoming of the Man that I am. Look back through my catalog and you will not find one... except the one we recorded together. Because of my respect for you and your craft.

Well, that respect is gone. Down the shitter like the contents of your bloated gut after last night's bender.

This injustice will not stand. You fuc


Let me back up a bit, folks. Earlier this year, Van and I collaborated on a song together. It was his first time working with an artist of such a high calibur and it should have been an honor for him to do so.

Last week, the song hit the airwaves. Without a trace of my contribution.

Here is the track he released. You may have heard it. It is a fine record on its own and I have no problem admitting that. That is besides the issue at hand.

Below is the original, unedited, un-PUSSIFIED lyric sheet. The lines in Italian are the ones that I sung. The ones Van Whorrison removed without my consent in order to please the very same media masters he claims to be against.

They tell us that ignorance is bliss
I guess by those that control the media, it is
They own the media, they control the stories we are told
If you ever try to go against them, you will be ignored

They say wear a mask, or you’re spreading the plague
But they don’t give a damn about AIDS-dripping fags
Or the beasts who brought ebola into our land
Throw your mask in the trash and say to hell with their plan!

'Cause they control
They control
They control

They control the narrative, they perpetuate the myth
Keep on telling you lies, tell you ignorance is bliss
Believe it all and you'll never get, nеver get wise
To thе truth, 'cause they control everything you do

They say browns and blacks are just like me and you
But the master of lies is the demon called Jew
We gotta build the camps, put ‘em all in their place
‘Cause the white man has always been God’s chosen race

Everything you do
Everything you do
Everything you do

They control the narrative, they perpetuate the myth
Keep on telling you lies, tell you ignorance is bliss
Believe it all and you'll never get the truth
Never get wise, wise through their lies

They dress girls up like whores, only seven or eight
Then declare you a pedo if you fall for the bait
Got ‘em flaunting their flesh like their name was Kim K
If you value your freedom, boy, you best stay away

Through their lies
Through their lies
They control the media
They control the media
They control the media

Let me quote one line again:

They say browns and blacks are just like me and you
But the master of lies is the demon called Jew

Originally, I sang it this way:

They say browns and blacks are just like you and I
But the demon called Jew is the master of lies

Van thought this rang a bit flat, and suggested (with what I now understand was false humility) that I change it. Anyone else who said such a thing would be swiftly parted from his front teeth, but again, Van was a musician who once had my enduring respect and I was there fore happy to go along with his suggestion.

And he repays me how?

By trying to scrub me out of existence like a stain.

Well I ain't going nowhere. And this injustice will NOT STAND.

By the way.

He talks about "they" a lot. They they they. Who are they? JEWS. If you are afraid to name the Jew you will never be able to beat them, never. Congratulations you cuck. You hippocrit. You screwed yourself over and lost one of the few allies and fans you had left. Hope you enjoy die alone facedown in your own spew because that's exactly what is coming!

You have not heard the last of me!

[Dr. Anthony J. Toole]

Re: Van Morrison, you worthless mick

Morrison should go back to singing homoerotic emo anthems, aka kumbayah for posers, with his gay backing band The Smiths. I never liked British bands, why can't they put some effort into it like real bands - Skillet, Switchfoot, Disciple, Family Force 5, Demon Hunter, Nine Lashes? Now that's something you can tap your foot to.

I'm so tired of the way our culture idolizes mooching teenagers. Hey losers, try to smile - it won't kill you - smarten up and get a job. Maybe you'll become popular and get on the cheer team like President Bush instead of being limp-haired undersexed losers.

[Joanna Lytton-Vasey]

Re: Van Morrison, you worthless mick

I never liked British bands

Although the Northern Irish (like Morrison - coincidentally also the name of a budget supermarket for the unwashed) incessantly claim to be "British", they are merely UKish. This is like the Portaricans claiming to be American.

The White Van Man, as he is known, was awarded some worthless bauble by the queen of England though, and probably thinks this gives him some sort of special status. I hope that Brother Crossburn can come to terms with this affront to musicality and remember that Our Lord has certainly had a Hand in it, for His Holy Reasons:

Romans 8:28 - And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.

[Phil Ander]

Re: Van Morrison, you worthless mick

All Irish singers are ugly and drunkards..Van Morrison, Shane McGowan, Christy Moore, Bono and Luke Kelly (Rest in Hell) to name a few. Lets not forget Sinead O'Connor. Crazy, but at least gave the pope a comeuppance about the boy badgering priests and the catholic conspiracy to protect them

Phil

[Isabella White]

Re: Van Morrison, you worthless mick

All Irish singers are ugly and drunkards..Van Morrison, Shane McGowan, Christy Moore, Bono and Luke Kelly (Rest in Hell) to name a few. Lets not forget Sinead O'Connor. Crazy, but at least gave the pope a comeuppance about the boy badgering priests and the catholic conspiracy to protect them

Phil

Now, I must admit that I have never heard of any of these people. If their names are not Perry Como, or Doris Day, or Roper Crossburn, then I'm afraid that I know little of today's so-called music, although it seems that I have heard of Van Morrison's brother, Jim, and I remember what a complete mess he was when he appeared on television. So, I do applaud Brother Crossburn for taking such a stance here, and for speaking his mind against this atrocity.

However, since I do not know of most of these people, I have looked up that O'Connor woman, as I do recall hearing about her on the news when she made a television appearance. At least, she had made a positive contribution to the world, by warning people about the dangers within that Cathyolick religion, and of their demonic priests who abuse innocent children.

But, what on Earth has happened to that woman since then? I found some photos that seem to show she has been brain-washed into going along with a variety of fake religious beliefs!

II Timothy 3:5 "Having a form of godliness, but denying the power thereof: from such turn away."

[Dr. Anthony J. Toole]

Re: Van Morrison, you worthless mick

I'm not usually one to quote Marxists but even a broken clock is right about half the time.

Condition of the Working Class in England (Engels, 1845)

These Irishmen who migrate for fourpence to England, on the deck of a steamship on which they are often packed like cattle, insinuate themselves everywhere. The worst dwellings are good enough for them; their clothing causes them little trouble, so long as it holds together by a single thread; shoes they know not; their food consists of potatoes and potatoes only; whatever they earn beyond these needs they spend upon drink. What does such a race want with high wages? The worst quarters of all the large towns are inhabited by Irishmen. Whenever a district is distinguished for especial filth and especial ruinousness, the explorer may safely count upon meeting chiefly those Celtic faces which one recognises at the first glance as different from the Saxon physiognomy of the native, and the singing, aspirate brogue which the true Irishman never loses.

And since the poor devil must have one enjoyment, and society has shut him out of all others, he betakes himself to the drinking of spirits. Drink is the only thing which makes the Irishman's life worth having, drink and his cheery care-free temperament; so he revels in drink to the point of the most bestial drunkenness. The southern facile character of the Irishman, his crudity, which places him but little above the savage, his contempt for all humane enjoyments, in which his very crudeness makes him incapable of sharing, his filth and poverty, all favour drunkenness. The temptation is great, he cannot resist it, and so when he has money he gets rid of it down his throat. What else should he do? How can society blame him when it places him in a position in which he almost of necessity becomes a drunkard; when it leaves him to himself, to his savagery?

Something tells me that Mr. Van will soon be joining his Celtic working-class 19th Century brethren and we can light one of Gwyneth's ass scented candles in his honor.