Listen to his music if you must, but his recent advice column musings are the stuff that high school newspaper editors toss out for being naive.
In which we, the royal we, the editorial we, tell you that the way you follow politics is wrong. ALL WRONG.
For the record, once again, I don’t actually care about you. I’m just adding You into the headline because the marketers said this would SEO better, and your stupid dumbass piece of shit brain would click on the link more. Also, climate change.
What happens when the people can no longer discern fact from fiction? The United States of Division, circa 2013-present.
Individualism + Uncertainty + Team Mentality + Overchoice = America, 2018.
What happens when conservatives leave their own behind.
Unless, you’re also going to defend King George III, the Central Powers of WWI, the Axis Powers of WWII, Soviet Russia, Communist China and North Vietnam, and all those Arabic fellows. You know, OTHER people who actively fought wars against the U.S.A.
In which Mean Old Publius contends, maybe, that perhaps the NRA is the modern equivalent to the fictional Mola Ram. You know, the guy who pulled out people’s hearts in Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom.
What happens when the possibility of medicinal knocks on the door of a stereotypical red state. No, really, what happens?
Flag Etiquette; or Why Kid Rock Should Take A Knee.