Hello, and welcome to my anti-Hanson-fan page. If you like their music and are here anyway, either you don't take yourself too seriously, and are simply "observing the opposition", or you are a rabid fan, that still doesn't have the confidence in their own opinions not to try to silence mine. If you just like them, I don't have anything against you, but if you think it's insane and impossible for anyone not to like them -- well, this page is kinda about you.
This page is here so that I may express my contempt for militant Hanson fans. I am not here to argue over this matter, nor to explain, nor to defend myself. If you think that Hanson is the one and only band in the world for anyone to listen to; your siblings, parents, schoolmates, etc., should you have them, have my condolences. And if indeed you find it too difficult to believe that anyone could not share your tastes, or you think I should take my page down; you are a very silly individual, and do not respect our right to free speech. And must also have little control over your emotions. No one is forcing you to view this page.
I'm not going to go out of my way to make this the best anti-hanson page, but certainly the one you're viewing at the moment. I don't feel like looking for extensive links, and doing research. Truth be told, my html skills are fading fast, and Hanson is just such a fun and easy target to mock! I think every anti-fan should express their views. I don't wish any particular harm on them or their fans, even if I say otherwise.
While I don't like Hanson, or the dubius things surrounding their contract; this page mainly focuses on the dimwitted amongst the fans, who are fighting for some form of supremacy.
You've seen them: allcap using preteens, who express their undying affection for people they don't personally know (ie: Hanson). Conversely, expressing their desire for people whom they don't personally know (ie: Hanson Haters) to die, and or, end up in a firey netherworld.
Also, who knows how many young kids are being forced into music, to be potentially exploited by their parents.
And, I am not jealous of them. If I were jealous of things I disliked, I'd be a leisure suit wearing, lemur, singing "Achy Breaky Heart" at a kareoke bar.
To those of you with a sense of humor, that can surely exclude themselves from my criticism; welcome!
To the teeny-boppers, who are foaming at the mouth, getting ready to have their masterpiece of hissy fits in my guestbook; I have one thing to say to you; I don't have a guestbook.
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