Why, oh why does Lady Gaga continue to attract the derision of woo peddlers?

Orac points out that the singularly useless Mike Adams (previous appearances on WTTFTG here, here and here) is apparently hating on the world's most prominent female Madonna/David Bowie/Elton John acolyte (who seems to be a ready target for these sorts of things), and for reasons that are just as buffoonish as they are predictably publicity-happy:

But it goes far deeper than that. Anyone who would wear a dress made out of red meat is, for starters, mentally ill. But Lady Gaga goes far beyond just mentally ill, reaching to depths of necro-worship that make her appear almost Satanic.

In an upcoming live event, she promises to be surrounded by on-stage corpses. It is being widely reported across the 'net that she plans to put dead human bodies on stage as part of her "act."

Yup, he played the PETA and Christian fundamentalist cards in the same hand, on top of typical "get off my lawn, damn it!" bitching about contemporary music. As stated earlier, Adams is especially enamored of bizarre appeals to a God who seems to approve of Whatever Mike Adams Says - even if it includes the revolting use of Patrick Swayze's death from cancer to punctuate a bizarre form of woo/crank eschatology:

That's why chemotherapy isn't just bad for your immune system and bad for your body; it's also bad for your soul. Whether you believe in the Pearly Gates or some other version of an afterlife, there's no question that showing up on Judgment Day after having died from chemotherapy is not a comfortable episode of spiritual scrutiny. If God, in a booming voice, asks, "I gave you a perfect body, in my own image. What did you choose to do with it?" And if you answer, "Well, I smoked two packs of cigarettes a day, I swore off all the natural medicine that you provided us, and I allowed my body temple to be injected and destroyed with man-made toxic chemicals that killed me and brought me here," chances are you're not going to find yourself in God's favor.

I know, I know: none of that bizarre screed makes any sense to me, either. That's the point. Adams is apparently so far gone into the world of woo that the above paragraph - and his more recent attack on Lady Gaga - actually makes sense to him. And maybe it does to other people, if you can find an acid casualty who still thinks those blotters he buys are covered with real LSD and not the combination of rat poison, PCP and baby laxative that it probably is.

In short, Adams is a bit off. Much in the same way an order of steak tartar that's been left in the sun for seven hours might be if you tried to eat it, flies be damned.