This 50 creature then goes on to say that their feud is a good thing, apparently, for journalism: "What's the point of even having magazines without us? We're the fucking Jim Morrisons, we're the fucking Kurt Cobains of this. Yeah, I said it. Listen to the fucking album---I am."
Uh, no, you squalid little thug, you're NOT. You're not even close. You're not a musician. You're not an artist. You're not a singer. You're not a poet. You're barely literate. You're involved in fistfights and/or gunfights on a regular basis. You're a brainless talentless pissant piece of garbage who isn't even worthy to say Jim's or Kurt's name. Not unless your mouth's been washed out with soap first.
And, oh, if you want to get into a pissing contest, it helps to have a cock (and a talent) that's set for distance.