Why I don't like Bob Marley. (contains strong language)

"WHAT?! YOU DON'T LIKE BOB MARLEY?" you may wonder. But I have semi valid reasons for why his cloying bullshit is anathema to my rationale of good music. Now I have a DVD of The Wailers performing on The Old Grey Whistle Test and it is pure gold. Peter Tosh is especially cool-looking as they perform 'Stir it Up'. I also have a fondness for 'Trench-Town Rock' and 'Natural Mystic'. But YOU NEVER HEAR THOSE FINE RECORDS. Marley was not a great lyricist and clearly not an intellectual with a keen eye on world affairs. These facts are evident in the over-exposed garbage that comprises the 'Legend' compilation. For example, take 'One Love' (oh please take it from my consciousness. I wish it didn't exist) and its lyrics 'One love/one heart/ lets get together and feel alright'. The sheer banality of it equates with the back-catalogue of the Backstreet Boys. Oh sure, lets all have one love and one heart. Ooh! I know! Lets get together and feel alright! Simple as. Yet the mental image this conjures is of campfires and smelly dreadlocked girls called 'Camara' and 'Chloe' singing along in a revolting soprano to a bearded twat with a guitar. That is why I hate Marley. Did you ever see that scene in 'The Beach' where someone gets buried and they all sing 'Redemption Song'? That is why I hate Marley. Did you ever see a poster of Bob Marley with his fist raised and a pained expression of trouble on his face? Possibly with a rainbow behind him? That is why I hate Marley. I hate him as the grand idol of potheads. I hate him as the man people mistake for a great man. I hate the fact that his life work means barely anything but is venerated as a message to the world.

Its not Bob's fault. It is the fault of the people who made him a false god. A false bringer of hope and peace. And the bringer of the minging dreadlock to the white twat-head student.

N.B Camara and Chloe are not real people.