this is the Plasmatics on tv in 1981;
this is Lady Gaga trying to be the Plasmatics in 1981 in 2010.... and failing fucking hard.
also it's hilarious how the celeb-obsessed masturbation packs of the "blogosphere" are so eager to nail their action figures to the cross that they'll blow a minor flub up out of proportion in hopes that the hissing mincing masses of the e-...tabloid hive-mind's subconscious sewer will ready to arms and pounce on their false idols at once in a scatological-of-the-mind gorgy that would make Herman Nitsch turn away in revulsion.
These fucking idiots should be offended by Lady Gaga's bold lack of creativity and tasteless theft of artists who were truly confrontational and cathartic, whose visual and aural representations of themselves served to enhance each other, the mind that bore them, and the people who simultaneously witness and experience the work. That's something you can't find in Gaga's artistically/intellectually crippled odes to telephones and cock.