Hope, Change, and the Urge to Vomit
Michael Moynihan at Reason has a video of what can only be called one of the worst musical abominations of all time, or in his words, “a skin-crawling, wretch [sic]-inducing festival of crappiness” featuring such notable musicians as Jason Alexander, Margaret Cho, and Whoopi Goldberg (I think I spotted Herbie Hancock in there, too, which is really a shame). Evidently, this fetid pile of shit was co-written by Bono and some asshole from the Eurythmics who, along with their assorted guests, are offering their “American prayer” to the Democratic nominee.
Word of warning: Do not watch this video unless you have sexual fantasies of giving oral pleasure to Barack Obama, because that’s basically what the song amounts to.
For the record, I made it until 2:35 into the song before projectile vomiting.
I’ll never un-hear that song.
Ossie:
A premature death, is all.
I made it through half of it. Do I win a prize?
A wonderful tribute to Barack Obama. This video, though not nearly as refined or inspiring, reminds me of the 1985 classic, “We are the World.”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jcrwu6WGoMs
But what must really be placed into perspective is the equally dismal musical support behind our maverick(?), Sen. McCain. I am sure the right-wing base is thrilled to embrace the endorsement of his mastery of the fine arts, Mr. Daddy Yankee.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wxtH1AbajMQ
No one screams “family values,” “one nation, one language,” or “god bless america” like Daddy Yankee.
“We wouldn
Andrew:
Oh, but we’re all “citizens of the world”, now.
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Why in the hell are non-U.S. citizens telling us how to vote? Stay out of our business! We wouldn’t go to the U.K. or Ireland and tell you how to vote…
Real ribs come from pig, but I’ll take the inside skirt and the brisket.
Okay, that makes me want to go out and butcher a cow.
Who wants to join me? There’s some ribs in it for ya.
“…unless you have sexual fantasies of giving oral pleasure to Barack Obama…”
I do have sexual fantasies involving Senator Obama (or Senator Chocolate as I like to call him), but the song is complete shit.
Dear god, it’s like the Battlefield Earth of songs.
You made it to 3:09?
At least at 3:09 they admit that windpower is a religion. That’s good. This makes me not respect Forrest Whittaker