Sorry, Obama. But like the Dixie Chicks, I’m not ready to forgive and forget and make nice just yet. In other words, my soul is not rested, yet. Some people think this Grammy winning album and song are “sappy.” I say it is honest. Which is what art — and Web journalism — should be. The pain is palpable. It shows through. I too have real pain from what has transpired over the past 7 years. It is not just partisan or pandering or posturing, like much of politics and news. Anyone who makes fun of that because they do not understand is just an asshole and an idiot. So until the day when George W. Bush leaves the White House, this is my theme song. At least once a week, I play it on the drums — really loud.
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