The
name of an awful song by none other than Carrie Underwood, who might as well be the utter nadir of music. This song comprises the absolute worst music in recorded
history. No words can describe the torment of listening to pop country music, including this trash. I curse the day that Carrie won American Idol. In all seriousness, this song blows for how noble, proud and strong she tries to be on this
one. Everything I said here is in reverse too. I mean, she's elevating herself from the
basic visceral joy imagining busting somebody's overdetailed four-wheel drive! This doesn't make her seem strong, independent or respectable at all; she is weak, impulsive, vulnerable, thoughtless and immature for choosing to bust her
boyfriend's truck in half a dozen ways. Break up with him instead, Carrie!