Muse and Lame Cunts

WARNING: VERY ANGRY POST

Right, I feel it necessary to clarify how I feel about Muse. This is not anything like what I went through as a teenager about Metallica or Aerosmith.
Seeing Muse play live is like a religious experience. The man made world is basically pretty beige and shit but then Muse play and a wonderful world of beauty and awe springs into being.
Mankind is still creating magnificent things - that's what listening to Muse tells me. It's not past with the death of Oscar Wilde, not everything has turned to shit with the stupid insipid Beatles and lame as fuck Pink Floyd. Disinterested, heartrending beauty is still being produced in the modern world, doesn't that just totally shake your world? It does mine.
It's dangerous though. That music speaks to me and says fuck the normal lame-o life, fuck a miserable day job and routine, beauty exists, revel in it.
That's how profoundly the music of Muse speaks to me and down right nearly shouts at me when I see them play live. I want to start a revolution right then and there.

Now, on to the Lame Cunts part of this little rant. Excluding the Mooneys (that includes you, Nick big time) everyone I know is a lame cunt. I'm absolutely sick to death with being surrounded by lame cunts. How do people lives with themselves being so prematurely middle aged and dull?
No one has any fight in them. No one has a single fucking ounce of passion. Everyone is completely brainwashed by the media and CAN'T FUCKING SEE IT. It drives me round the twist.
Sex has been completely corrupted by porn. Relationships have been completely fucked by Bridget Jones and Sex and the City. Friendships have been murdered by the same programmes. Everything needs to fit into categories now. We are living a cocksucking sociology lesson.
My emotional response to Muse is overblown, over dramatic, extreme and real. Fucking real, dammit. I'm sick of being fed the way I am supposed to react to things. FUCK THAT!!! Too many people are sucked in by this shit. Everyone I know in fact, bar the Mooneys. Why are we Mooneys so resilient to this? I really don't know.
Isn't it a difficult and lonely life when everyone has been brainwashed except you?


(Nick, you're lucky to have your kids untainted on your side of things.)