PSY-Wars

Quick now, what do you get when you cross a potty-mouthed, semi-talented, little weasel with an Asian lounge lizard? Ah, correcto, amigo, such a mixto (just trying to maintain my diversity bonafides here, brothers and sisters) yields an opportunistic entertainer from the mysterious East who is rising atop a few, fleeting moments of fame. I speak, of course of PSY, the latest bit of superfluous foam and flotsam on the dying curl of the wave of his fifteen minutes of celebrity which is about to carry him over the normal cultural breakwaters and into the Inner Lagoon of the White House where anything remotely redolent of Hawaiian good times becomes instantly well received. He could only enhance his welcome by showing up in a 1980's vintage van emitting that unique aroma of Choom, Choom, Baby, Choom, Choom.

So what's the beef with some second-rate Korean entertainer, sort of a Wayne Newton east, really east, being invited to the White House by our reality TV prez? What? You don't think Gangnam Style has a place at the top levels and inner reaches of American government? Well, while you're mulling that over, you déclassé flyover rubes, try these quoted lyrics from PSY's musical repertoire back when he was just a tad unhappy with America's role in the disestablishment of Al Qaeda in Southwest Asia:

"Kill those f-ing Yankees who have been torturing Iraqi captives."
"Kill those f-ing Yankees who ordered them to torture."
"Kill their daughters, mothers, daughters-in-law and fathers"
"Kill them all slowly and painfully."

Ah, well, certainly, as PSY now reminds us, those lyrics have to be subject to interpretation  If you think they mean what they clearly state, then you are no doubt some knuckle-dragging conservative Neanderthal with no appreciation for liberal nuance. Good grief, you probably live in Kansas or one of those other nameless states of little consequence because of your lack of minority voters. And one thing is certain; as long as you continue to maintain that irrational, conservative, bull-headed tendency to believe your lyin' eyes:

You are absolutely nevah, evah gonna get invited to the White House, Bubba.




Quick now, what do you get when you cross a potty-mouthed, semi-talented, little weasel with an Asian lounge lizard? Ah, correcto, amigo, such a mixto (just trying to maintain my diversity bonafides here, brothers and sisters) yields an opportunistic entertainer from the mysterious East who is rising atop a few, fleeting moments of fame. I speak, of course of PSY, the latest bit of superfluous foam and flotsam on the dying curl of the wave of his fifteen minutes of celebrity which is about to carry him over the normal cultural breakwaters and into the Inner Lagoon of the White House where anything remotely redolent of Hawaiian good times becomes instantly well received. He could only enhance his welcome by showing up in a 1980's vintage van emitting that unique aroma of Choom, Choom, Baby, Choom, Choom.

So what's the beef with some second-rate Korean entertainer, sort of a Wayne Newton east, really east, being invited to the White House by our reality TV prez? What? You don't think Gangnam Style has a place at the top levels and inner reaches of American government? Well, while you're mulling that over, you déclassé flyover rubes, try these quoted lyrics from PSY's musical repertoire back when he was just a tad unhappy with America's role in the disestablishment of Al Qaeda in Southwest Asia:

"Kill those f-ing Yankees who have been torturing Iraqi captives."
"Kill those f-ing Yankees who ordered them to torture."
"Kill their daughters, mothers, daughters-in-law and fathers"
"Kill them all slowly and painfully."

Ah, well, certainly, as PSY now reminds us, those lyrics have to be subject to interpretation  If you think they mean what they clearly state, then you are no doubt some knuckle-dragging conservative Neanderthal with no appreciation for liberal nuance. Good grief, you probably live in Kansas or one of those other nameless states of little consequence because of your lack of minority voters. And one thing is certain; as long as you continue to maintain that irrational, conservative, bull-headed tendency to believe your lyin' eyes:

You are absolutely nevah, evah gonna get invited to the White House, Bubba.




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