A little less blacktalk goes a long way Hank Williams, Jr. Country music star, did you really think it wise, comparing President Barack Obama and House Speaker John Boehner’s recent golf outing to a meeting betwixt a murderous, demonic fiend like Hitler and Prime Minister Netanyahu? Of course you did. The truly “ridiculous pairing” occurred when you showed up on Fox News believing you were communing with friends. For this reason solely, the American public should show empathy for you—as you were no more than the latest of their numerous victims to be thrown under the H8 is Gr8 tour bus. Those dressed-up hillbillies left you swinging in the wind on the fifty-yard line like Janet Jackson’s right breast at the Super Bowl.
That you honestly thought those lying cowards would be game for a round of “let’s just spit any old snuff out of our lying mouths about 
P.O.T.U.S., not because he is a Democrat, but because he is a black man” is completely understandable. Those not-so-subtle red foxes and their drug-addicted leader, Rush Limbaugh, have made it a devoutly-practiced religion. Unfortunately for you and for us, because you took the Prince Albert can when they passed it, we, who used to love you and your song, will have to bid farewell to the perfect intro to a rowdy night of football. “Are you ready for some football!” Nope. I guess not.
And yes, Hank the lesser Williams, you are entitled to your First Amendment rights. Honest blackbiting can be fun. But exercising your First Amendment right to free speech is not a license to maliciously slander the President of the United States—or anyone else, for that matter. In the future, to sidestep being “Justin Timberlaked” by those not-so-sly foxes—or anyone else—bite your tongue. No, on second thought, perhaps you should hold it and speak your mind in song. (Awkward, but you get the idea.)
Freedom of speech is a protected right. Acts of racism and defamation of an individual’s character are not. While we’re still hoping it was just the Jack Daniels talking, your bitter outburst was completely in line with what we now know you likely represent—the cuddly, but utterly despicable. This venturing “offside” is why so many of us would prefer that singers honor their God-given gift and stick to singing. In the interim, when you’re not singing, exercise your Fifth Amendment right and slap a pasty on it, you boob.
