Why I Think Cliff Richard's Music is Profoundly Evil

In the weeks leading up to Christmas I had to endure an endless blare of tacky Christmas songs. On the street I grew up in Listowel they typically bolt a megaphone onto the wall (directly under my bedroom this year), which releases endless reruns of out-of-copyright seasonal jangles.  Presumably they must think it encourages consumerism, which of course confirms all my pessimism about "Christmas". Outside from the lost sleep the accosting of my ears brought two positive experiences. In the middle of Cliff Richard's "Mistletoe and Wine" it started to lash rain, and then I got to experience a genuine work of art.  The torrent of rain lashing down on the megaphone had a deep melancholy and Sir. Cliffs conning suddenly acquired something deeper when accompanied by hard rain whipping against the pavement.  Also, I always found something very evil about Cliff Richard's version of Christianity, there is something evilly self-satisfied and reactionary to it.  Cliff Richard seems to think his success and wealth is a reward from God, which logically imply that poverty is a punishment from God, which I think is deeply evil. So, the sudden Biblical deluge was very fitting.