For once Bono is not the worst part of something. I'm sure he's proud of that. Phil Collins figures prominently, so Bono is not the king of suck on that day. The hopelessly ignorant, patronizing racism is pretty def worse than Bono, too. Bono might even know that there are def many, many christians in Africa who know when fucking christmas falls on the fucking calendar. Bono, like Toto, perhaps is aware that it often rains in Africa, where there are rivers, some quite famous, and sometimes snow because Africa is a huge fucking continent with a shitload of varying climates. Plus some well-known mountains. Imagine!
Poor Paul Weller looked sad and confused by the entire exercise.
The song does legit blow dog; it's the worst of Midge Ure all in one place. Plus, the racist whitesplaining horseshit. The fact that nobody rolled a comically oversized grenade into the middle of that recording session is proof enough that no gods exist. In the end, Midge Ure and Bob Geldof didn't understand anything more about Africa than Sam Kinison did. The important difference being that Kinison realized he was being a stupid dick about it for money.
You miserable clowns are def not the fucking world.
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