Justin Bieber?

As a struggling musician, it's tough to take when something like this comes along. It isn't fair for anyone to put effort into something, only to watch a talentless little kid getting used as a cash cow take up any chance you had of making it (not that most of us are aiming for his market, but still). I think we'll be feeling sorry for him in the long run, as unless he's neutered his "voice" will fade the moment he drops out of whatever weird puberty he's currently going through and he'll likely fall on his ass after getting used to and expecting to live in luxury for the rest of his life.

Saying that, I think this shows how pathetic society has grown. I know there's a phase in every girls life when they're this annoying, but when people will use a kid to capitalize on this, well, 2012 can't come fast enough. And as much as people want to complain and bitch about him, what you ought to do is look inside yourselves. Go out and do something proactive rather then wasting the time on what you yourselves say amounts to a pile of shit. Its people like him, and those that use him, that drag this society down. The only way to escape it is to ignore it completely and maybe, just maybe, go out and support your local bands.

Because if you can find someone with real talent, chances are they'll get somewhere and stay there. But Bieber, and those that came before (Backstreet Boys, NSYNC, etc), are rockets; they'll soar high for sure and higher then they probably should, but they'll run out of fuel eventually and either burn up coming back down or just fade away into the ether. So remember that the next time you imagine punching Bieber in the face.

P.S. Dear Ms Bieber

If you haven't realised, you are whoring out your son for money. By doing this you're more then likely destroying any chance he will ever have of a normal life but you seem to be having fun doing it. So congratulations on all your success and I hope he makes enough money for you to retire somewhere nice (your plan all along I'm guessing).

Forever yours,

Shangrila