The True Story of U2’s Shockingly Bad “Songs of Innocence” Cover Image

You will have heard by now that U2’s latest album was forced on the public by being made a compulsory download on iTunes, and that it sounds like a fart. But how can the extremely disturbing image on the cover be explained?

For industry insiders like myself, alas, it is no mystery. We have always known how the record business works: It's not about what you pluck and who you know – it’s about who you fuck and who you blow! And for this album to get released enough blowing to fill an extremely large hot-air balloon was clearly required.

The official "cover" story of the cover is that the image shows the band’s "pretty boy" drummer Larry Mullen Jr. "protecting" his 18 year old son (from what? we may well ask), and that the image "resonates" with the band's iconic artwork from 80s albums Boy and War.

Nice story, except that the image is clearly homoerotic, and looks more like an AIDs awareness poster from the 1980s.

Also isn't it highly suspicious that can’t see the head of the so-called 18-year-old "youth." All we see is a skinny naked body that could be anybody. Also what normal father and what normal 18-year-old son could ever be photographed in such a manner? Just to ask the question is of course to answer it.

Regarding the image, Bono has gone on record as saying:

“We've always been about community in U2, about family and friends. Songs of Innocence is the most intimate album we've ever made. With this record we were looking for the raw, naked and personal, to strip everything back.”

Really? Of course Bono is famous for spouting bullshit, but this sounds even more like crap than normal: Family? Friends? Intimate? Naked and personal? Strip everything back?

Tim Cook - a 54-year-old gay man with
the buff, lean body of an 18-year-old boy.

Not only this, but a few days after the album was imposed on an unwilling public through Apple’s iTunes, Tim Cook, the CEO of the Apple Corporation and the prime decision-maker of the move to force U2 on the public, came out as openly gay!!!! Coincidence? I think not!

Not only this, but despite his silver hairs, Tim Cook, like many gay men, has taken special care of his body, staying extremely slim and keeping his skin soft with moisturizers and other unguents.

Have the pennies dropped yet or do I need to spell it out even more? Think about it:

An album we all know to be utter crap is imposed on an unwilling public by the machinations of an older gay man who just happens to have the slender body of an 18-year-old man.
That same album is “adorned” with an image of the band’s best-looking member in an obvious homoerotic pose that suggests he is about to give oral sex to such a man.
The band’s leader Bono, who is notoriously tight fisted about money, makes thinly-veiled comments full of "code words" for gay sex.

It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out this little puzzle, or how a washed-up, clapped-out 80s rock band and a gay billionaire CEO came to a "mutually beneficial arrangement." After all, in the music business, it has never been about who you know. It's about who you blow. The proof is in front of your eyes. U2 are pushing the gay agenda and providing gay "celebrity sex" to keep their expiring careers alive!

Larry taking a hit for the team

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Revenge of Riff Raff
12th November, 2014

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