My good friend Rick O. just called me a prophet. I usually don't get compliments from him, so I'm going to run with it. But the much publicized sleaze-a-palooza that was the past VMA's only seems to support my thesis from my essay Mouse Poison.
I haven't been able to bring myself to watch it, though I have heard quite an earful from many sources already.
We should all pray for that poor, lost child.