It’s pretty bad when you get called out by your biggest media cheerleader, Fox News, over complete evasion of the story of the day, fully set up by the White House. This really IS Nazi Germany (oops, sorry for breaking Godwin’s Law there… how about “Soviet-Pravda Era,” or old reliable “George Orwellian”… ok?) kind of stuff. On purpose, questions are taken from two guaranteed in-the-tank “reporters.” As a result, of course, President Ignoramus is not put on the spot and made to feel “uncomfortable” and can simply lapse into repeating campaign boasts “my huge electoral college win” in the midst of generic pablum. One American press question from the Daily Caller, and the other from Sinclair Broadcasting. The Daily Caller is Tucker Carlson’s little right wing tattler sheet. Promise not to say anything about Mikey Flynn, The Russian Whisperer? You got it, big guy!
Sinclair Broadcasting is TRULY the definition of FAKE NEWS. (They own ABC 45 in the Triad) Sinclair is the second largest owner of local tv stations in the country… 154 on their way to 165 outlets.
Trump was, as he always is at these kind of events, bored out of his mind. Read the statement like it was the first time he’d ever seen it. Low Energy Donald. But the stage-managed questions were beyond anything I’ve ever seen. Mr. Trump…. you’re losing FOX NEWS, although your butt boy Hannity is probably preparing a “very special” Hannity Excuse Squad Special: “Why Trump NEVER Needs To Take a Question From Anyone He Don’t Want To.” Oh, Canada.
I have a confession to make: I once bought a Nickelback album
It must have been 2005. Some of us were still buying CDs and I walked into a store (probably a Wal-Mart, where no one would make fun of you for such a thing) and paid maybe 8 or 10 American dollars for All the Right Reasons
I know you’re asking why. The reasons are still unclear to me. I know that I really liked the first single Photograph, but I can’t imagine the thought process that ended with I need to part with cash to have this in my life. I’m sure I left instructions with my friends to the effect of If anything happens to me (southern code for death) make sure that you throw this CD away before my mother looks through my stuff. Better yet, burn it
Sometime in 2006 or maybe 2007, we started, as a nation, to hate Nickelback. It was kind of heartwarming. America had been divided bitterly in the years following our invasion of Iraq and the subsequent regime change. As it became clear that Saddam Hussein’s regime was not a threat to our national security, Americans, who had overwhelmingly supported the buildup to the war, suddenly split into two camps: Those who opposed the Iraq War and those who supported it as part of the Bush administration’s Global War on Terror
Families were divided. Couples who had been married for years fought about the Iraq War. The Dixie Chicks went from arena fillers to enemies of the state. French Fried potatoes became a political statement. It felt like we’d never agree on anything ever again
Then, suddenly, it became cool to hate Nickelback. And we could all agree on that. It was so simple. Instinctive. You could hate the way they looked, their sound, their fans, their popularity. It just felt so good. Like a big helping of guilt-free hate yogurt. Go ahead, put some sprinkles on that, big guy. And pile on the gummy bears, while you’re at it
Liberals in California could do it. Conservatives in Mississippi could do it. Men and women. Kids and senior citizens. Black, white, and brown. Urban folks. Rural folks. It was so easy to just look at them and say Screw those guys
A rather common refrain for people who enjoy crap that sells. Fans of Chuck Lorre know in their hearts that he’s done immeasurable damage to America, but they walk around every day with last week’s numbers on how many millions of dolts watched Mom (Allison Janney, if you needed a couple of bucks, you could have come to me). You know what else affects millions of people? GONORRHEA! WANNA CELEBRATE THAT!
Let’s continue with this WSJ nominee for a Pulitzer
Tony Pizza, a 53-year-old newspaper advertising salesman and a Nickelback fan, says the vitriol might be a byproduct of the band’s variety of heavy, but not very original, rock. He laughed dismissively at the recent protesters of Messrs. Cruz and Trump. “I think it’s just a new kind of way of saying they [the politicians] are uncool. Time will show that Nickelback is a fine working band of this age,” Mr. Pizza says
Well, doesn’t that just put the lead in your pencil? A fine working band. Good God! That’s what made you drive five hours each way to see your favorite band when you were 23, right? The fact that they were a fine working band. I can’t think of more of an insult! That’s like Mr. Pizza (yeah, right) saying They’re instruments are always plugged in and the equalization is nearly perfect every single time
Thomas Nell, a 27-year-old pilot in the U.S. Marine Corps, isn’t hiding his affection. He says he fought the haters in college by blasting Nickelback at the gym, on party buses and even at his fraternity’s chapter meetings—where he says he was met with screams and boos from his frat brothers
Geez, Tom. Sign me up! If I hated them before, your incessant blasting of offensive sound waves produced by tortured souls in hell will certainly turn me around…or make me give up deeply held ISIS secrets
Still, many Nickelback aficionados are forced to hide in the shadows. Zack Bradley, a 19-year-old sophomore at Franklin & Marshall College in Lancaster, Pa., says he has never been to a Nickelback concert because his friends refuse to go with him.
Too bad, because defenders say the band’s fun-loving rock ’n’ roll attitude makes for a winning show that can convert even the staunchest of detractors
This is one of my favorites: The If you’d just see them live! argument. If you’d only see the fat baby boomer dudes dressed up like pigs at the Jimmy Buffet show, you’d fall in love. If you’d just witness Kenny G’s eight-minute solo, you’d be hooked. How about I don’t need to put the cow patty in my mouth to know it tastes awful?
Also, Zack, your friends are doing you a huge favor. I’ve never saluted peer pressure, but, in this case, it’s a glorious thing
Quentin Fourt, a 23-year-old high-school teacher in La Tremblade, France, says he can’t understand the Nickelback backlash. He likes that the band plays a variety of music, ranging from introspective tunes to numbers that make people want to get up and move. “Whatever you want, they have a song for,” he said in an email
Well, a better variety of crap. What a concept. I’ll break for a moment to let you take a look at Nickelback’s lead singer
Don’t you want to punch him in the face? If you don’t, you may be dead. His name is Chad Kroeger and here’s an excerpt of an interview published by Playboy IN 2008
CHAD KROEGER: Even though we’re both Canadian, Joey Moi and I refer to ourselves as the taste of Middle America. If I like something, all the red states are probably going to like it too, because I have the same tastes as those people. We probably watch the same television shows.
PLAYBOY: Do you have middle-American tastes in everything—TV, cars, beer, movies, books? CHAD KROEGER: You could probably scratch books off that list. [laughs] I like car chases, explosions, big boobs—the same things Middle America likes
Now, do you want to punch him in the face?
Canadians come in two varieties. First, these guys
Disarming charmers. Humble to the core. You smile when you think of them
Then, there’s the other category of Canadians
Vapid narcissists who cash in early and often. Useless oxygen thieves who never go away
Guess which category our friend Chad is in?
Back to the WSJ piece…
One constituency, though, has found a certain brainy virtue in Nickelback’s music. A study entitled “Lyric Intelligence in Popular Music: A Ten-Year Analysis,” published by the online ticket marketplace SeatSmart, found that Nickelback had the most intelligent and sophisticated lyrics of any rock band between 2005 and 2014. One reason: more so than other artists’ songs, Nickelback’s are written in clear, full sentences
Sure, they’re crap, but you find a complete, unbroken turd in the bowl. Again, that’s the raw, dangerous part of rock music, right? Full sentences. You could see it when the girls were screaming for Paul and John: YES! Subject and predicate. Here! Have my bra!
“People still buy their albums, and they can still sell out arenas,” says Lucas Hannon, a 33-year-old control operator at a local TV station in Charleston, W.Va. “That’s a rare thing.”
So is calling out garbage and refusing to go along with the crowd. Good Lord! As the WSJ tries to make us feel bad for hating these jerks, their fans trot out the lamest reasons possible for supporting these rock and roll nightmares. Let us make a vow to keep on hating them, no matter who attempts to make us feel bad about it. Let the fans hide their love away, while we openly display our hate. After all, it’s a vital outlet. It makes us better husbands, wives, fathers, mothers, sons, and daughters if we can focus all our hate on these twits out of Alberta. We’ll open our arms to almost anything else, but these dummies get no quarter
I just hope you’ll forgive me for that moment of weakness where I put money in their pockets