Come Back Right Brothers, All Is Forigven
By One might think that the contest for the worst crime against aesthetics to have been committed in the name of of the teabaggers has been definitively ended by Victoria Jackson (clearer audio here for any masochists out there.) And yet, I’m not sure — while it certainly doesn’t qualify as “so bad it’s good,” there is something so baldly nutty about the thing as to make it 1 part endearing to 499 parts appalling. So Kevin is onto something by finding something even worse from washed-up* never-was lite-country hack Ray Stevens. And, yet, I’m afraid I’m going to have to say that Kevin has the right church but the wrong pew; while its awfulness is beyond debate, and its ressentiment is a good example of Perlstein’s point, “Caribou Barbie” at least has some measure of internal coherence. So I have to declare this the true exemplar of teh suck:
What makes it such a definitive tea party anthem, in addition to the abject making-Weird-Al-look-like-mid-70s-Richard-Pryor horribleness, is that his only specific criticism of the “tax and spend special interest scam” that is health care reform is that he believes that the gubmit should be keeping its grubby paws off of his taxpayer-funded healthcare. Hence, it’s definitive!
*I was going to say that this was a career nadir, but in fairness his teabagger stuff has to be considered an improvement over “Everything is Beautiful” and “The Streak.” Given this rate of improvement, another few centuries and he might write something listenable and/or funny.