The scene above is from Justin Bieber’s hotel in Liverpool. The police gave him the go-ahead to wave from his balcony hoping it’d fill the hearts of the screaming 12-year-olds below with such satisfaction that they’d swoon and finally go home. Hey, guess what? It didn’t work. They’re not leaving. They want more. Their appetites are insatiable like Kirstie Alley’s is for fried chicken.
If this is what Bieber Fever looks like in England, can we please cure this the same way we do other diseases? By segregating the infected and burning their bodies?