What? is it just me, or does it seem a tad rediculous for anyone to feel that some hillbilly in the boonies of the Ozarks  could have any impact on current events without it being part of some contrived and well funded oiled machine in the works for **** near as i can count, 7 generations? hum, before you knee **** that question and give too much credit to the wisdom of the well educated and wise masses from which this hillbilly also comes, consider the validity of the song lyrics, cause I think they are hilariously dead on target for how i even feel about much of this  whole "walk the line and fool wonderer and the kings falling and devil is down with the jesus plan to rant and rave over the last choice awards and why the devils cape was not mentioned in best rested and dressed in the fussy *** in a pink speedo contest" and all the folks all hanging on my every anything to cause me to either die or except the crown and have my head all rolling around leaking valuable property from my skid lid and brain basket, as these folks  have this undieing push and obsessive compulsive desire to ensure that I do this or that, fall all about and decide to die for something that is not my cup of moonshine in the first place, see, the throne, guillotine, ditch nor the twitchy witchy all  voodoo dolled and heaving pins and past life piles of **** and switches for seeing the simple minded boys stupid *** stitches and un-bulging britches full of jumping jack flash and his farting *** gas gas gas, wiley and wicked in its loony tunes and fantasy plundering of the  kindest yet foolishly  loving but stupid is as slow  was and spelling of course he does not do well while wondering ways of the ***** wonka wobbling hazy glazed  swayze miffed manifested bedazzled jewel of the walking dead infested head is none of my dream nor a way to make nor enjoy a living, see die'in aint a very healthy way of making a living, but of course we all do a lot of things unhealthy and we are all die'iin from this or that. however, still, not anything that bugs my britches to stomp all "hell yeah lets do this shjit!" and them rebel yell the redneck anthem " Hey Ya'll watch this!" um, NO, not my idea of brilliance on display at the barn yard hootenanny for bis-kits and bacon strapped *** rashes and sckoobie snacks, nor do io see it as a fun good time thing to go doing. but then again, what do i know, well, other than riding a bike all no hands ma as i bust my face and chip my teeth, oh yeah that happened, when i was all of , wait for it, wait for it, "6 years old" or some **** like that. lol.