How bad can country-western music be?

I just heard another musical performance from the Toilet Paper USA alternative half-time show, this time by Lee Brice. It’s a perfect caricature of a country-western song.

I just want to catch my fish, drive my truck, drink my beer And not wake up to all this stuff I don’t want to hear Like the same kind of gun I hunt with, just killed another man The only thing mine ever shot was deer from my deer stand I just want to cut my grass, feed my dogs, and wear my boots Not turn the TV on, sit and watch the evening news Be told if I tell my own daughter that little boys ain’t little girls I’d be up the creek in hot water in this “cancel your ass” world

It ain’t easy being country in this country nowadays The direction, the finger’s pointing when everything goes up in flames Saying I’m some right-wing devil ’cause I was down South, Jesus raised It ain’t easy being country in this country nowadays

Pathetic whiner. This has got to be a joke — if I were asked to write a mocking satire of a country-western song, I’d churn out something that bad. He already gets to do all the things he listed, except that he doesn’t like to hear anything he might disagree with. This is a song about a world where everyone who has a different opinion than he does has to be silenced, while he whimpers about being persecuted.

I usually try to make excuses for despising the whole country-western genre — there are a few artists who break the boring goddamn conventions — but no, not any more. These people are anti-artistic leeches.