I was floored when I read that Motley Crue was thinking about a reunion. What genius decided this?  Do we really need to see a drunken overweight Vince Neil stumble across the stage with his stomach hanging out, salivating over the 35 year-old groupies in the audience that can't figure out that they haven't had the figure for those sized 2 spandex since 1986? Is Nikki getting aroused thinking of the mullet convention that a Crue reunion could create?  Did Tommy fall of the last bandwagon he was trying to jump on? The last I checked that fool was trying to get in on the dance scene and was thinking of changing his name to t.diddy.  

Anyone remember the last time the Crue had a big reunion? Of course not. No one cares!  Nikki you may have died and come back to life, but dude you career isn't going to. Put a fork in Vince, that puppy is done. The idea of a Motley Crue reunion only makes sense if you are interested in a nostalgia tour where the world will wonder who is more pathetic; the clowns on stage trying to recapture their lost glory or the middle age people in the audience trying to relive their wasted youth.  The kids could care less about Motley Crue. Remember how you viewed The Monkeys, the snickering over the album cover that you found in your parents record collection? They were a dated joke of a band that your parents listened to. Hate to break it to you, but that's how kids view Motley Crue.  

Hey Nikki, you know those old men on the beach with Bermuda shorts and black socks? Dude, that's how ridiculous you guys will look on stage in your Motley getup in 2004.  It doesn't matter which one you use. If you go with the �tough' leather gear from �Shout', you'll look like rejects from a Village People fan club meeting. If you go with the lame glam crap from �Theatre' you'll look like models for a geriatric special edition of the Victoria Secret catalog.  My stomach turns just thinking about it. 

Remember your own words, "Those that have the youth, have the future."  Well guys, you have neither. It's time to retire the lipstick and spandex. You already rode that pony into the ground. And sorry to tell you, that pony had one trick and it's all shot to hell and was put out to pasture where it belongs.  Besides, with Pamela's involvement with PETA, Tommy is likely to get into a boxing match with her and get thrown in jail if you decide to beat that dead horse again. Dude, it died, dude. Let it rest in peace.  Consider yourself slapped! 

Scott