Enter Sandman kicks ass! Sad But True kicks God ass! Nothing Else Matters is … balladified!
I would like to think that MacKaye already has, with safety deposit boxes in banks throughout the D.C. area, prepared for every unthinkable contingency death by mosher, heckler, cop, skin, zoo animal, hamburger, sexism, malpractice, act of God, ass failure, drums, involuntary whiteness, and so on each with a special tape berating the responsible party or parties, then offering them $5 to go away.
He has lost his faith ("God can kiss my ass!"), and, through his denial of his origins ("You don't see me running around in no jungle with no bone between my nose"), he has also lost his ancestors.
Cheerful songs reverberate through the wall with lyrics such as "Fuck you, God, in the ass, mouth and cunt!" (Cole Porter it is not).
Like thrilled kids shouting "Pee Po Belly Bum Drawers!," the writers contrive to have a group of blighted Africans sing, "Fuck you, God, in the ass, mouth, and cunt!" The laughter is hip; the formula is Hollywood.
Only heavy prayer will get you tickets – that or celebrity status: the night I went Sandra Bullock was sitting in front of me, an experience only slightly more surreal than hearing a whole auditorium singing along to a chorus that goes: "Fuck you, God, in the ass, mouth and cunt".
Although this god-given ass-tucker that has been effectively marketed to females (and males, although I'd pay to see a guy buy a pair/wear it) it can be extremely problematic in the romance territory.
I find it hard to burn with your passion about Carter, for I have only to think of Ford or, God save my ass, Reagan, and wonder how a self-respecting conservative like you can get it up one more time to put the dipper in the bile pot.
"Oh my God, if my ass gets any fatter, I'm gonna have to start buying two seat on planes".
A big Act I number has a dozen Ugandans pointing their middle fingers to heaven, singing, "Fuck you, God, in the mouth, ass and cunt".
Oh god, why the fuck is my ass on Facebook?
