I enjoy a good combination of words from time to time. Words like, “Executive Producer, Writer and Director, Louis C.K.”. If more people in Hollywood appreciated these words, we might still hear words like “Arrested” and “Development” in the same sentence again.
A music magazine or website can commission pollsters, music historians, researchers and experts of all kinds to create a comprehensive “worst songs in history” list. And they do. But: If the list doesn’t include I Can’t Tell You Why by The Eagles and Don’t Go Breaking My Heart by Elton John and Whoeverinthe**** the Girl Singer was, then, everyone involved in compiling said list should be fired, and possibly even smacked around a bit. After the amazing run that Elton John had with such classics from that period, that song has “excessive cocaine abuse” written all over it. In the same way that The Eagles had a “Shit. The girly bass player wants to sing one” written all over their tune. That’s a FACT.
If you complain that people on welfare are a drain on the system and, in the next breath, complain that the Obama administration’s guidelines forcing insurance companies to cover birth control pills is wrong, there is no way to measure the distance at which you miss the point. Causality must not be your strong suit.