We've been doing some more "research" like you asked:
See, dude, after some close examination, you just don't strike us as a guy who "gets" it. You're more of the Rufus Wainright-loving, poking around in the garden type, rather than the Scraping Foetus Off The Wheel I-can-do-anything kind of man, you know? Now, like being gay (and congratulations on that "don't ask, don't tell" thing) there's nothing wrong with that. There are gardens everywhere and they all need tending to - especially marijuana gardens - but not everyone is cut out for that. Some men are drawn to gardening and some are drawn to applying flying kicks while swinging from a vine and taking out a whole army of evil Ugandans with an AK-47. Do you see?
People are different. Especially men. Smokey Robinson sang "Good looking girls come a dime a dozen" and that's the truth. But a hard man is hard to find, and it's becoming more difficult by the minute. We aim to change that. This blog is dedicated to The Macho Response. And - as the ancestors of macho men, everywhere, have said throughout time:
"That's as much the way it is as the way it's gotta be."
I can't believe it took someone, other than me, this long to do a(nother) public presentation on the topic of how bad American music has become. Music used to be our strength. I used to brag that this was the only country in the world that could regularly put out consistently good music (of course, I was making a regularly scheduled contribution to it, at the time).
But now, with all the lazy thinking and bad taste out there - in music, other art, and even politics (how else did we get Obama?) - we've creatively fallen to the level of Europe, and whether we'll be able to get back up is debatable. (These douches even booed the obvious truth that The Dave Matthews Band sucks - Earth to everybody: they define the word "sucks".) My only real quibble with this guy is during the segment on band names:
If he can't appreciate the obvious genius of, both, the name and music of The Butthole Surfers then there's probably something wrong with him. (The same goes for Scraping Foetus Off The Wheel, though Mr. Thirlwell wasn't mentioned: check out "Nail" - the best album by an angry Jew ever made.)
And, last but not least, my final objection with the presenter is another obvious one:
"The fact is, nothing comes with a guarantee. I don’t care if you’re the Pope of Rome, President of the United States, or even Man of the Year — something can always go wrong. And go ahead, complain, tell your problems to your neighbor, ask for help — watch him fly."
-- Loren Visser (M. Emmet Walsh) head rat in the Cohen Brothers' world full of them - explaining what watching all the "nice" people taught him - which is to stay Blood Simple.