I've Come to Bury Picasso (Pls Crit)

Did someone say have I gone crazy? How dare I? Why don't I leave our great artist alone.
In reply, may I say this. Should we go through life accepting everything from an artist just because he is world class? Let me have a non-populist opinion here and ask why do we have to

Let me explain my viewpoint. If God gives you a great talent, should you not use it in his service? Or do you use this gift to protect you from public attack while you flaunt your evil attitude and hurt the people around you?
I felt strongly that I should write about Picasso's dark side and not gloss over it merely because he was a master of colours and forms.

I'll go one step further. If someone would one day come to me and eagerly say "hey, there's a Picasso art exhibition in town, let's go and see it" I'd say "no, not me" and for that, I'd give the following reasons:

Picasso (an adopted name, by the way), began painting in Spain doing many bull fight scenes, at first. After his "blue" period, he went to Montmartre in Paris and soon had many well known artists and a poet or two working in his Bateau Lavoir studio. They formed the so-called Bande Picasso. It included artists such as Modigliani, Max Ernst, Chagall, Diego Rivera, Chaim Soutine, Derain as well as the poet Max Jacob.

Picasso went through many stages of development and, at 24, was already famous for his cubistic art style. He and George Braque, had both become famous in this art form.
During this period, he lived with Fernande and later with a poet's girlfriend, Eva. He then married Olga, a dancer ot the Diaghelev Ballet. She bore him a son Paul. This was the only time that he married one of his woman. However, they were soon divorced.

Later he had affairs with Dora Maar and Marie Theresa Walter. Although Marie gave him a daughter Maya in 1935, he did not marry her.
Then he lived with a very good artist named Franscoise, who gave birth to Claude (1947) and Paloma (1949). She left him in a foul mood and wrote a very unflattering book about him in which she was the first to publicly reveal his cruel streak, to the world.
This was about the time, when he began to distort the objects in his paintings even more than he had done before. He also began to fracturing them and place them in unusual positions.

It is doubtful that he ever loved any of his women, except perhaps for Eva and Marie, whom he may have loved but in a way of his own. In spite of this "love", he never signed any of the paintings that he gave to Marie and as a result of that, she lived in poverty, in spite of having a stack of potentially invaluable Picasso originals kept in a store. He had deliberately kept back from signing them to keep them unmarketable. This was just one more of his many cruel and spiteful actions.
By now Picasso had begun to paint men and women in the most disgusting positions. It was also the time when he was fascinated by satanic looking minotaurs.
Painter yes. Great graphical artist, yes. Master of composition, yes. But in his nature, he was egotistical to the extreme with a very cruel streak. He, for example, left no will behind and in so doing left family and dependents destitute.

Furthermore, he did not let his children have his name and would not even let them into his house.
Here are some of the disasters and tragedies that he left behind.
Marie and Jacqueline both committed suicide. Dora ended her life in a mental asylum.
His grandson, Pablito, drank poison when he finally realised that he had been disowned. Picasso did this although his son was truly of his bloodline heritage.

In the painting, by the post-impressionistic artist Margaret, shown here, the following cruel aspects of Picasso are highlighted:
Dora Maar is crouching in the background, obviously quite insane.
Francoise, in the role of a picador, is wounding Picasso in the cheek. This is a reference to Picasso burning her cheek with a cigarette while in Paris.
The horns of Picasso, the bull, have pierced the body of Marie.
His hoof is pushing agonisingly into the stomach of Fernande.
In the foreground, he's using Jacqueline as a floor mop.
In the painting on the back wall, Eva is shown in death.