
megan phelps, the crazy granddaughter of crazy
fred phelps, founder of the the
westboro baptist church, has hitched her wagon to the fame monster (via director
kevin smith?) in yet another desperate attempt to remain in the newsez. phelps has been using
twitter (ugh, really?) to harass smith, and promote her untimely and hilarious (though not in the intended way)
parody of lady gaga's poker face. she gives it a fundamentalist christain twist by changing the chorus from:
can't read my,
can't read my
no he can't read my poker face
(she's got to love nobody)
can't read my
can't read my
no he can't read my poker face
(she's got to love nobody)
-to-
you ain't got,
you ain't got
no you ain't got no poker face
(you show your filth to everybody)
you just got,
you just got,
you just got your
whorish face!
(you show your filth to everybody)
the song is also peppered with a few monotone and deep throated "got hates you"s that make me ctmol. with each stunt from these people, i become ever more convinced that they are really an elaborate joke.
[
huff] + [
queer]