Jesus.
(I refer to Mylene Farmer's parody video of Michael Jackson being struck down by a crucifix.).
What happened to British BALLS? French lady Mylene had more, and SHE did her Jackson jab while he was still alive.
What happened to the tradition of Private Eye, and Monty Python and Cook and Moore? And even Benny Hill, who blacked up to imitate Shirley Bassey?
OK. Sky Farts had the wind knocked out of them because a little tart named Paris Jackson, whiter than her adopted daddy EVER was, began to bleat on social media.
20 years of Michael Jackson parodies, and a British channel caves because ooooooooh, they couldn't find a BLACK guy who looked the way Michael Jackson did after all those surgeries.
A few days later, and they're smugly strutting around and promoting THIS shit?
Smirk smirk, nudge nudge, SAY NO MORE, PLEASE.
PLEASE. 20 years of Jackson parodies...how about 50 years of Dylan parodies!
You people think this is fresh? Bob hasn't even done anything worth parodying in years. Gonna make fun of his voice? How original! Got some guy proud of himself for wearing shades and a wig?
Some guy smirking because he did a bad Dylan impression. Something is happening and you don't know what it is, DO YOU, Sky Arts?
Picking on Dylan would be a forgettable bit of hackery if this very same bunch of twit-twats hadn't flipped and flopped a few days ago and pulled their little tweak on Michael Jackson.
Look, ladies, if your idea of parody is to make fun of long-dead freaks like Michael Jackson, obese Marlon Brando, and pudgy Liz Taylor, AND to let us know that Dylan is not as hip as YOU are, I've got two words for you.
They are, as Art Garfunkel quaintly referred to them, "The old familiar suggestion."
But don't let me give you any ideas. A Simon and Garfunkel parody? No no, "Not the Nine O'Clock News" did THAT before you idiots were born.
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