As I’ve been saying for years.
What?! You actually fell for his schtick?
The guy who hires paramedics to whisk him off the stage when he “collapses” during those marathon shows singing about cars for five hours?
Rick McGinnis (who really should be blogging…) sends the following link with the subject line:
Show me one fascist killed by Woody Guthrie’s guitar. Just one…
Ed Driscoll writes about Springsteen’s latest, which might as well be titled I Wanna Kill You One-Percenters on the Street Tonight.
