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!
