But how am I going to order tickets to her concert without saying her name?

It's true! We must stop furthering her cause by uttering her satanic name!!!

Her name is mud!

This woman bores me so, I don't get her appeal. I never have.

I admire Madonna for her sheer survival techniques. Not since the late Joan Crawford (who shared many of Madonna's qualities -- ego, self-obsession, the ability to maintain a sense of sexual allure into her 50s, her sense of grandiosity, a highly-charged sex life, utter humorlessness) has a performer been able to re-invent herself so artfully as fads and tastes change. I, for one, can hardly wait until Madge goes into her low-budget horror film phase, like Joan. A remake of "Strait Jacket" could really be something, don't you think?

She bores you? Can't understand her appeal? Then how can you not only read an article about her but fucking blog 'bout her fool...........

You're about five years late to this particular party, Mike.

Doubting Thomas, I was merely responding and agreeing with the author of this post, and throwing my two cents in to boot. Now pop those earbuds back in and start bobbing your head to "Four Minutes," little lamb.

I shit in (name withheld)'s Kabballah water! Flush this hagged turd, PLEASE! She bites big time! And she got ample amounts of my hard-earned whoring moneys!

Her name is Mudonna!

I know. Let's call her Iva Gottalottawork-Dunne.

Shriek all you want queens, but I'd say she looks pretty good in the pic.

madge, i think i remember who you used to be ...

Here I stand, the goddess of Desire
Set men on fire
I have this power
Morning noon and night it's drink and dancing
Some quick romancing
And then a shower
Stage door johnnies always surround me
They always hound me
With one request
Who can satisfy their lustful habits
I'm not a rabbit
I need some rest

I'm tired
Sick and tired of love
I've had my fill of love
From below and above
Tired, tired of being admired
Tired of love uninspired
Let's face it
I'm tired

I've been with 1000's of men
Again and again
They promise the moon
They always coming and going
Going and coming
And always too soon
Right girls?

I'm tired,
Tired of playing the game
Ain't it a crying shame
I'm so tired
God dammit I'm exhausted

Tired, tired of playing the game
Ain't it a crying shame
I'm so tired

[Soldiers:]
She's tired (She's tired)
Sick and tired of love (Give her a break)
She's had her fill of love (She's not a snake)
From bellow and above (Can't you see she's sick)
Tired (She's bushed)
Tired of being admired (Let her alone)
Tired of love uninspired (Get off the phone)
She's tired (Don't you know she's pooped)

I've been with 1000's of men
Again and again
They sing the same tune
They start with Byron and Shelly
And jump on your belly
And bust your ballon
Aye!

Tired, tired of playing the game
Ain't it a freakin' shame
I'm so...
Let's face it everything below the waist is kapput!

[Soldiers:]
Tired!