Funny, because I was just ragging on Jimmy Kimmel last night about how terrible I think his late night show is. Well, I'm sure it's just as bad this morning, but I have to give the guy some credit.
There was a song called "Dear Mr. President" on the pop artist Pink's last album, I'm Not Dead:
Lyrics and news below...
Yes, in 2007, Pink is STILL being prevented from performing or talking about her song on most American media:
Are Pink’s anti-Bush views being censored?
The outspoken rocker — who recently went after her singing sex-symbol peers in her song "Stupid Girls" — is now taking aim at the commander-in-chief, in her controversial song, "Dear Mr. President." But she says that she’s not allowed to discuss her political views on the radio.
Pink appeared on "Jimmy Kimmel Live," and thanked him for letting her sing and discuss the song, which she says the hasn’t been able to do on the radio or other TV shows.
I forget where I read the comment or who wrote it, but someone marveled last night at how, despite how most Americans are not just indifferent to Mister Bush but have a seething disgust and hatred for him and his cronies, the media have all along been playing "business as usual," as though these guys are still at all legitimate.
Who are these producers and editors and senior vice presidents knowingly and deliberately promulgating this unreality? These issues have crystallized this week. To watch the American media today, one would conclude that Americans hate women, are crude and mean, and love George W. Bush. But we're saturated with these images of ourselves and it is an individual and collective struggle to define ourselves outside of these base, corrupting influences.
Pink is not asking questions that hundreds of millions of Americans are not:
Dear Mr. President,
Come take a walk with me.
Let's pretend we're just two people and
You're not better than me.
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.
What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
What do you feel when you look in the mirror?
Are you proud?
How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why?
Dear Mr. President,
Were you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
How can you say
No child is left behind?
We're not dumb and we're not blind.
They're all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell.
What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.
How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye?
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don't know nothing 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh
How do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Dear Mr. President,
You'd never take a walk with me.
Would you?
Even now, in 2007, when is it clear that Bush is a disaster, a disgrace, the king of filth, the king of slime, the king of putrescence, we are being told differently. Why are these media companies lying to us? When will these dinosaurs finally go extinct?