They’re feuding, but who wants to pick a side? Kind of like choosing between Kabbalah and Scientology.
If I had to, I’d stand with Toby Keith, redneck bluster and all. Ethan Hawke (from his novel, “Ash Wednesday”) explains why:
I was driving a ‘69 Chevy Nova four-barrel with mag wheels and a dual exhaust. It’s a kick-ass car. I took the muffler out so it sounds like a Harley. People love it. I was staring at myself through the window into the driver’s-side mirror; I do that all the time. I’ll stare into anything that reflects. That’s not a flattering quality, and I wish I didn’t do it, but I do. I’m vain as hell. It’s revolting. Most of the time when I’m looking in the mirror, I’m checking to see if I’m still here or else I’m wishing I was somebody else, a Mexican bandito or somebody like that. I have a mustache. Most guys with mustaches look like fags, but I don’t. I touch mine too much, though. I touch it all the time. I don’t even know why I’m telling you about it now. I just stare at myself constantly and wish I didn’t. It brings me absolutely no pleasure at all.
Kick his ass, Toby. Anything to keep him from writing again.
(Thanks to AtlPaddy for passing this along. He’s siding with the falling anvil, BTW.)
Ass Wednesday is more like it, yuk yuk yuk!