ex cathedra: CW Heresy

Thursday, April 19, 2007

CW Heresy

Just in case you thought I spent my time pondering the Deep Things....you didn't? Oh. OK. Never mind...I am committing CW music heresy by saying I am sick of superstar Kenny Chesney. Most of his songs are either Fun in the Sun on the Beach or Nostalgia For My Lost Youth. Ok, I got it. Zzzzzzzz. He's getting on my nerves. No wonder Renee Zellwegger divorced him for fraud.

And while I'm at it, no more Lonestar, either. Please. That voice is like fingernails on a blackboard.

To make matters worse, the otherwise droolworthy and talented Tim McGraw has crossed the line into simpering sentimentality --even for CW and even for Tim!-- with his new song about "1-2-3 my new set of wings", or some such babyfood. C'mon, Tim. Let's see a little musical muscle again.

Like Lee Ryder (grrrrrrr) and The Lost Trailers' "Why Me?". That's a video I could watch a cupla times in a row...and have.

No comments:

Post a Comment

Toward Our Future

What the sons of Europa need is a new religion: one that is as tribal, portable and survivalist as Judaism, as masculine, terrestrial and tough as Islam and as intellectually and aesthetically creative as Christianity...with a dose of the unflinching realism of the ancestral ways of the Greeks and Romans, Germans and Celts and Slavs..And for the larger Indo-European frame, something of the Indian capacity to combine an ultimate and philosophical realization of The One with a robustly mytho-poetic religion on-the-ground. Oh, and some of the psychological acumen of Buddhism.

Liberalism's Basic Flaw

Liberals believe that the chief role of the State is to force everyone to be equal, (ie, take vengeance on the successful). So when they are confronted with any group that they deem less well off than themselves, they are morally disarmed, completely and utterly. Any group that can achieve Victim Status is on their way to power and the (White) liberal's only job is to give them what they want, no matter how much that damages him. And nothing may ever be expected, much less demanded, of them in return. It's a recipe for suicide: no other outcome is possible.