Rihanna is a talentless hack, who can't sing or dance, and is a lousy performer. She's a product of a machine that wanted to make money with a young slutty looking flake, and they cast her and her forehead in the role. She is as manufactured as a piece of cheese. Everything she is is something that "they" gave her; and as soon as this interchangeable dummy stops turning a profit for the suits whose laps she sits on while they plot her next move for her, this vapid Barbadian mannequin will be plucked back down to obscurity where she belongs. She's a fraud.

Real talk.