T-Mobile, Ugh!

Cat Stevens has produced nothing but trite drivel throughout his entire career. It disturbs me to think that otherwise normal (although obviously musically naive) people can find anything he's ever done musically stimulating (unless you're stimulated by doggerel droned in a reedy, nasal voice set to the most pedestrian chord progressions). But for those of you "die hard" fans just remember, if you choose not to "sing out" in harmony with his fruity little club, he'll support a fatwah calling for your death too. Ask Mr. Rushdie how peace-loving and belevolent that whole mob is. When the T-Mobile ads start, I change the channel (and am starting to have second thoughts about Google by association). Yeah, we don't "want to be you." My wife and daughter especially don't want anything to do with what you are and represent-an affront to all of humanity; you're pretty shameful. The worst thing is that now you have my pity as well as my disgust and anger; ugh, so predictable, so unworthy, so tragically human.