MADGE, THE QUEEN MOM AND THE GOLDEN GLOBES

Parker texted me last night to inform me that Madonna had won a Golden Globe.
That text was quickly followed by another saying "Worst, Speech, Ever."
I got them this morning and I found myself in Arnold Horseshack mode (Welcome Back Kotter)
thinking "Oh, Oh, Oh...I need to post."
So Madonna and her massive ego think she's funny. NOT.
She's spent her entire career as a Fag Hag and yet she can't verbally spar with Elton or Ricky Gervais worth shit.
Like Karl Lagerfeld, she believes the trashy fingerless biker gloves hide her gnarly old woman hands.
Her dress is described as a "plunging Reem Acra gown"...the only thing it should be plunging is a toilet.
She accepts her award for best song and said "my film" way too many times.
Excuse me but the award was for your song NOT your film, honey.
Her speech was pathetic and to it, I reply: "Ummm, Ummm, like putting lipstick on a pig. Thank you."
Elton (or aka by me) The Queen Mom was convinced that Madonna had no F-ing chance of winning.
Elton should have been right but shit happens.
I understand MadonnUGH's American accent snuck in to a few interviews and her 'British' one in others.
I am sure the followers of this blog are thinking: "If Libby hates Madonna, why does she waste so much time posting about her?"
Answer:
All in effort to sway Parker's opinion.
And now Parker has finally said something negative about Madonna.
My work is done.