U can’t beat-up sh#t-f#cks like Limpbaugh (as it should be in a nobler world) and the law is written by sh#t-f#cks like ‘im ..so legalities lean in his direction; soo pig-monger man gets to rub the well-intended lyrics & memorable bass-line in the face of its author & those who share some of her philosophies..& make a mockery of all that is decent about humanity ..for sake of his puke & vitriol AND make a few mill a year doing it (because there’s no shortage of mutha’s out there just like him who hob on his golden pig-monger knob [U know the ones] each & every week & consider it patriotic). F#cking..Fuckdup..F#ckheads ..with a f#ror. (& the beat ..goes ..on)

Love,

Messy :O)