Ah, but Mr. Durst, you think it's for different reasons. Since you see yourself as the pinnacle of the music industry and akin to a god at this point in your rather tenuous career, you figure any "critics" trying to "rap" you are jealous because they don't have the money, fame & power that you do.

I, however, despise you for other reasons. Materialistic reasons. Egotistical reasons. Let's go through some of them, shall we?

1. Limp Bizkit was commissioned to do the title theme song for the movie Mission: Impossible 2. Overall, not a bad deal. Cut a nice rock song, doesn't have to relate entirely to the film, make some money and gain some popularity off it. Until Fred gets his hands on this masterpiece and completely rewrites it to be in a form available to be proclaimed to the masses by the Diocese of Durst -- then the texts usually contain some random and repetitive theme about Fred & his red cap gettin' dissed by the critics. You know we hate you, Fred? We hate you because you took a great opportunity to associate your band with a cultural piece that will have a rather large impact on the American pop world, and you completely perverted it to be a song about your group and how you're getting dissed while a Mission: Impossible theme song plays in the background. Garbage wasn't too far off with "The World In Not Enough," Duran Duran did a fairly relevant job with "A View To a Kill." Why did you have to be an ass about this and try to make everything about you? It all comes down to that egotism again.

2. Fred's a misogynist. Despite the overt messages blaring out from his debut single "Nookie," how many other times have we heard lyrics or read in interviews where he talked about "smackin' bitches" and "put them bitches/wenches in their place"?

3. Fred's a control freak. Once he launches something and it takes off, he still wants to retain full ironclad control. This was evidenced to his rather expletive-laden phone call to Taproot, a band he discovered and put on his label and who are now trying to do their own promotions to possibly move to another label. Fred called up one of their guys and gave him quite the verbal smackdown. He's at least still in control of his other current pet project, Puddle of Mudd, since they let him direct their last video. And of course, we had his own words: "Next time, I'm a do it my way -- it's my way or the highway!"

4. Fred's a damned hypocrite. After over a year of hate and angst-spewed anger that he was mostly responsible for generating, he suddenly sits down at the Concert for New York and tells us all we have to peaceful and loving and caring about each other. This is right before he launches into a rendition of Pink Floyd's "I Wish You Were Here." At this point, I'm thinking aliens have either transreversed his brain, he finally stopped taking the andro supplements that were only working to inflame his temper and his ego, or he's taken one too many happy pills.

At this point, I think that Fred is well beyond his 15 minutes of fame. Limp Bizkit is already starting to fray, what with Wes Borland leaving the group. I figure they'll still scuttle around for a few years, resting on their laurels of being one of the premiere rap-rock groups in the country, then hopefully and blissfully fade into obscurity, leaving behind a small group of growling 10 years old looking for more biscuits. If only we can convince him that the disassociation between his fan base and his megalomaniacism is already beginning, maybe he'd quit sooner...