Have you ever really listened to this song? Jesus, it's creepy - and dumb. The fool's leaving his wife (you only "leave" your wife, you "break-up" with your girlfriend) because he's "easy"? I ask you:
Is this entire tune some asshole using a euphemism for getting a little on the side?
What really killed me was this line:
"I wanna be high, so high - I wanna be free to know the things I do are right,…"
Well, shit, leaving those you're intimate with will accomplish that, won't it, you selfish douchebag? No chance of being judged as
despicable then, is it? No,
dick-for-brains, you're
freeeeee!
And all this is laid over a breezy arrangement to make it sound reasonable -
even attractive. Thanks, Lionel, you faggot-assed-faggot. Which, somehow, brings me to another
disturbing thought:
Boomers, turning this country over to a(nother) cult as
they leave the stage, was as
inevitable as we were told Romney's nomination was.
We shouldn't expect them to do
anything reasonable. (Haven't I told you they're
Nazis in disguise?) They can't help themselves. They've been drawn to cults and cultish thinking since
the Maharishi first giggled at them, and why would anyone expect them to change now? (This is called self-criticism, y'all.) All we can do is watch as America becomes John Edwards, just like four years ago, "
believing" it's in love with a(nother)
NewAge kook, to finally reveal it's true self -
a walking, talking, gullible-fucking-embarrassment to all right-thinking people. Blind as fucking bats.
Glenn Reynolds, still playing The World's Biggest Hypocrite, linked to this article:
Which, if we swung it back to InstaBigot, would reveal a message that he would approve:
Because you got trapped into it.
Goodnight, Peeps, I'm done,...
