Title - Going to Hell

This is what passes for art in this shit state. Chincey, cheap, craft-driven bullshit. We can't get a decent band to play within within 200 fucking miles of this place, but we got this shit gracing every hilltop in the state. Multi-colored cowboy boots on a dead tree. This is what the world has come to. I'd almost prefer you rednecks went back to playing with dead animals.

Ease back there ,Billy-Bob, I said almost.