Poor old Madonna - flagging career, nobody paying much attention to her any more.
She was booed after turning her last concert into a political platform espousing the greatness of multiculturalism and shrieking about tolerance. No wonder the fans were annoyed, paying good money to hear a washed up celebrity rant about race.
Slapping a Swastika on the head of Marine le Penn - she has to shock somehow - Madonna babbled on and on about the enemy being within, and how in troubled times we blame the foreigner.
Nasty us, we should learn from her - all buy a few black babies, dangle them about like trophies for the odd photo opportunity when they're not foisted off on some nanny or other. We can always buy different coloured ones later depending on what colour is in fashion tomorrow.
Perhaps we should all find some odd type of pseudo Jewish mysticism in the form of the Kabbalah, or get a Muslim partner many years our junior, in order to demonstrate our truly multicultural credentials. It surely must make her both halal and kosher meat.
She's hardly any teenagers wet dream any more - if she ever was. Any 13 year old waking up all sweaty after a Madonna dream ought to see a shrink, that could well be a sign of underlying perversions.
Someone on Paltalk kept describing her as a MILF - no thanks, MINLF with the emphasis on the N(ot) is more like it; her nether regions have probably seen so many races and faces that they're an advertisement for mass immigration and open borders in themselves.
It's easy for her to bang on about the joys of immigration and the multicultural/multiracial society whilst condemning those who have a problem with it though.
She's never likely to find herself alone in Hackney and at the mercies of an enriching Somalian gang of muggers.
Her bundles of black joy are never going to head along to the Tasty Bites Kebab and Pizza House for a Kofte and find themselves on the menu for Bilal, Mohammed, Muhammad, Achmed, and their extended family.
By virtue of wealth she's insulated from all the effects of a multicultural, multiracial society that everyone else has to endure. She gets a few black dancers, a couple dark kids, some random bed partners, and to tell the rest of us how great it all is.
The world in which she exists bears no relation to the one in which the vast majority of us have to live. She's away with the fairies (no, that's not an LGBT joke before the thought police descend on me).
She just courts the publicity in the hope of selling a few records - and you have to support the multicultural nightmare else you're in deep trouble. It's an unwritten rule of show business.
Just another clueless celebrity in a world of her own, growing old, losing whatever bit of talent she once had, and deciding that singing some songs and showing off her surgery enhanced, but still less than appealing, flesh gives her the right to preach poisonous politics to everyone else.