Very, very bad. He's mocking the genre (pop country), iyam. Since people often refer to pop country as fake country, then it would make sense to perform really bad (clichéd) country if you're mocking a fake cowboy, eh? are you interested in hearing decent country or something?
I'm not exactly sure what Doug meant by "really bad political music," but one reason I avoid it like the plague is the feeling that I'm getting lectured at by some pious leftish version of a corrupt televangelist.
Speaking of which, on this list I have a history of defending communities of faith from lefty attacks on religion. So, I'm sure it's with a great deal of amusement that some of you have observed the shift in my thinking after I moved to thee limpdick state, which ain't even the "real south." I've grown increasingly intolerant of christers, more so in the last 8 months since I've had to live around white people again.
It's not like they christers were missing in my old neighborhood or "up north"; it's just that you didn't feel as if that was ALL there was and people pretty much kept it to themselves.
I had to go to a dinner last night -- a sports booster club thang for the school. I could not believe that we actually had to listen to the booster club prez pray. at a school related function! Now, I've participated in plenty of events where we prayed but it was nearly always to some generic dog--a generic prayer for mixed company. That's tolerable. Not my ideal, but tolerable.
But noooooooooooo. I had to hear about the lord jaysuz and thank him for the food.
I'm sitting at a table with a couple of women I _really_ like. Since we've mostly talked sports and "kids these days" I had no idea they were jiss christians.
So, while the booster club prez is rapping about the lord jaysus, I glanced upward and notice Mitch, the team's stats keeper, puzzling aloud, "why jesus? I'm Jewish. What about me?"
Mitch is mentally challenged: he does not always understand the rules of public discourse. He's way too honest; says whatever he happens to be thinking. IOW, Mitch did not know what he was getting himself into and neither did I because I didn't realize Mitch is mentally challenged.
I couldn't help it. I had to ask, "Is this normal? I don't think I've ever been to a school-related function where we prayed before a meal. If I've participated public worship in mixed company, it was a prayer to a generic deity."
Well, next thing I know I'm being told that "it's great for the country giving the troubling times we live in. We need this kind of unity bringing us together. We need to pray together before jaysuz."
So, I sez, "what about mitch, he's Jewish. I pass a Buddhist temple to get here, maybe there's a Buddhist in the room? What about people who don't believe what you believe?"
Exasperated, she replied, "People are so sensitive these days," and rolls her eyes as if the only reason Mitch and I brought it up was because we're bigoted PC trouble makers oppressing poor misunderstood christers. She continued, "This country was founded on christian faith. We're a christian nation."
So I brought up deism and some of the founding fathers. I got what was a remarkably forceful answer which suggests that she was expecting me to say this. It was as if the two were programmed with a "talking points memo" for how to deal with these kinds of Qs. (If you've ever argued with a jehovah's witness, you know what i mean).
She said, "Why bless yo' heart Miss Kelley, our forefathers were christians. very devout. it was because of their faith that they came here and without that faith, they never would have created this country. we owe being americans to the fact that they were christians. They didn't just say they were christians. No. They believed. They lived very christian lives. don't let anyone tell you otherwise. ONLY Jefferson was a deist. WAshington, now he was a very very devout christian...."
Blah blah blah. On and on about how christianity is important because it created order out of the chaos that was the wild, wild west.
Whatever. I was not up on my deism and the founding fathers material, so I dropped it, thoroughly uninterested in making waves with two women whose company i really enjoy, otherwise. I kicked into sociologist mode and just listened.
I learned a lot about the christers' propaganda war.
Pardon me, then, while I let off steam. It feels like these christers are taking over this country. No, I'm not saying religion is the disease we must battle. I understand that the christers are merely the weeping sore on the ass of this country, a symptom of the deeper disease.
But daaaaaaaaaayum! I should be able to go to a dog gammed booster club banquet without having to sit through a prayer thanking the lord jaysuz. I wanted to get on the table and say, "Hwhat the hell does dog have to do with it? Thank the cook, the wait staff, the migrant farm works, the factory workers, the butchers, the meat packers, the truck drivers, thank the janitors and dishwashers who are going to clean this mess up after we leave. Thank yourselves for earning the money with which you paid for the meals. Thank yourselves for volunteering so we had money to pay for the trophies, letters, etc. But don't thank dog. dog didn't do a thing."
Before pulled into the parking lot of the she-she country club where the banquet was held, my son and I'd been listening to the Coup's Everythang (their ironic revolutionary anthem). When I got home,
I popped that sucka inna muthafucka C. D. Playah
and played it about 5 million times.
Kelley