Justin Bieber: What Do You Mean?

Spend a lot of money, hire John Leguizamo for 20 seconds of screen time, big Hollywood camera crew and producers for a decent song that was written supposedly by Justin Bieber, Jason "Poo Bear" Boyd and Mason Levy. Nobody believes Bieber actually wrote a single lyric melody or groove production for this. It's time to end the madness. Bieber is a spokesmodel without an original thought. The great sadness is that this velveeta cheese posing as a musician songwriter is taking credit and getting paid handsomely for it. And that millions of sad dull people slavishly buy into it. No surprise that Trump was elected. This is just another sign of the Apocalypse.

You have to look beyond. If you can actually immerse yourself in his angelic vocals and dive beneath the crass commercialism of the video you can experience ecstasy and transcendence. I was weeping with joy. Justin is a cherub. My soul was touched by a finger of pure light.

It can help to understand this by imagining that something on a spectrum can be pushed so far to one side that it ends up transcending the spectrum and breaking free into the very ether of our universe. This is one of those moments for me. You need a plastic boy like Justin to reach the perfection of "just existing in itself".

The fact that this video randomly ends up in a skate park for no reason is too perfect. This is genius. Beyond satire, this is peeling back pop superficiality to find something truly holy and spiritual. I feel sorry for the souls who didn't get the message.