There used to be a joke going around about the cartoons in The New Yorker, that instead of going to all the trouble to think of a witty caption, you could just as easily substitute in “Christ, what an asshole” and it would have the same effect. Same thing applies to literally any picture ever taken of boy-sized Pilates-lunge Justin Bieber, but even more so in this, what may be, somehow, against all odds, his most punchable photo yet. Here he’s managed to take two of the most played-out signifiers on the internet, both his own personal brand, and that of the Guy Fawkes masks, and drag them into the depths like a drowning man clinging to a cinder block of identity in an ocean of cultural refuse. (Support Anonymous though). Anyway, we’re all definitely too refined and intelligent around here to care about stuff like this, so I’m not even sure why I posted it.