Furious muscle toddler Chris Brown performed at this weekend's Billboard Music Awards (A.K.A. the Oscars of "No One Gives a Fuck"), although, on second thought, the word "performed" might be slightly misleading — what he really did was ride around on a child's bicycle then halfheartedly lip-sync his new single "Turn Up the Music," while occasionally pointing to his abdominal muscles. I can almost almost wrap my mind around the whole "love the art, hate the artist" thing, but what do you do when the art is as shitty as the person who created it?