Do you remember the Iraq War and how abysmal the future was before the Democratic landslide of fall of 06? Now the prospect of a never-ending ground war in Asia may seem as absurd in Iraq as it did in Vietnam or the premise that one terrorist attack was enough to threaten the daily security of 260 million Americans. But yes, pals, it really was the Conventional Wisdom in that heat-stroked summer.
What changed it? Or who?
Well, I dont have to remind you who did it, but it is humorous to recall that some thought it would be Neil Young, Mariah, Nelly or even the corpulent Rick Ross--who is getting serious Oscar buzz for his portrayal of Suge Night in this springs release of Steven Spielbergs Ruthless.
No. No. No. No!
It was through the funhouse mirror of Just Butts that America saw its soul on a cross or tied to a railway or deteriorating like the sales of CDs.
You may forget that how the song came straight off of Myspace to local Jeep Bumps in across America. But it took Gideo Yago of MTV News doing the piece about the Jeep Bump at Arbys on Sepulveda Blvd in the San Fernando Valley to recognize the moral imperative crystallized in Just Butts Boo-Freaking-Hoo.
Some say Yago responded to the last line before the second and final chorus, If God sent us to war, then what kind of fucking example are we fighting for? Some say it was blogger Michelle Malkins deliciously evil response to the suicides of men detained at Guantanamo Bay, Boo freaking hoo. Some say Yago chuckled when he realized that even Bill OReilly couldnt endorse that absurd inhumanity.
But I say it was the seventeen-year-old boy whos Jeep was bumping Boo-Freaking-Hoo that made Yagos appendages perk. Whatever it was,
thank GOD
for
Just Butts
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A Quick Q&A w/ Just Butts (from the Dec. 1878 issue of Justified Caucasian Magazine)
Q: Define your music.
A: Have you ever been trapped in an elevator and had it freak out and start spinning and then all of a sudden you're dancing like you're Gene Kelly with some tight pants over you belly?
Q: Prove the existence of God.
A: Is there anything a coke addict wont do for free blow?
Q: You should tour.
A: Would you mind if we just did a door-to-door thing, stopping only at houses with mezuzahs?
Q: Your intestines, if stretched out as far as they could go, would make a nice tightrope from Palos Verdes to Palm Desert.
A: Does this cum stain make me look fat?
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