PInk's first act as President: rebuild the terrorist chateaus and huts demolished during Bush and Obama administration drone strikes. Sounds like a winner.

It’s been awhile since Pink penned “Dear Mr. President”, so I wanted to revisit the singer and the song in case she might be coming out with a sequel anytime soon. Let’s look at some of the lyrics, shall we?

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why?

Here, Pink is apparently indignant that soldiers are dying in combat operations overseas. The last time I checked…they still were. Most likely because there are radical Muslims around the world who go bonkers over inconsequential Floridian losers threatening to burn the Koran. Or gay people. Or Jews. Or women with jobs, non-muslims, and… Trey Parker and Matt Stone.

Moving on, Pink’s flashes Red-hot wit:

I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You’ve come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.

I find this interesting since George Bush never admitted to using cocaine, although our current President has. Pink was simply off by a few years.

Next up, the depressed economy/anti-war fusion brings us home:

Let me tell you ’bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you ’bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you ’bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box

I actually think it’s rather easy to get knocked up and stay uneducated. It’s actually “hard work” to lead a disciplined life. It’s hard work to motivate yourself to learn new things and break free of mind-forged manacles…but I’ll address that in another blog post. What Pink was trying to say, I think, was that the economy was in shambles in 2006 and that Bush should “do something” about minimum wage. Again, the last time I checked the unemployment rate was sitting at 9.6 percent. In 2006 it sat at around 4.7 percent, if I’m not mistaken.

Pink complained about it being hard work to make cardboard box houses at 4.6 unemployment under Bush. At 9.6 under Obama perhaps she'll sing about how hard it is to play Presidential Putt-Putt with all those reporters snapping pictures.

The line about building a home out of a cardboard box was interesting, besides it’s odd placement next to an anti-war reference.  Pink should have been more careful with the lyrics here, because I suppose liberals would think it was hard work to build a home out of a cardboard box, which is perhaps why so many  find themselves in such an unfortunate situation to begin with…  I’m kidding, Pink—I really do feel for the homeless. I’m just sad that your empathy extends to hut-dwelling terrorists in the Taliban getaways of Afghanistan and Pakistan.

Pink thinks it’s “hard work rebuilding your house after bombs took them away”? In a sane world, she would be talking about progress at  Ground Zero, but in Dear Mr. President she’s talking about the kind of terrorist chateaus demolished during an Obama administration drone strike. I wonder if Pink will write an open letter to President Obama about his Marvel Comics-esque Secret Wars? Stay tuned.  Like Billie Joe Armstrong of Green Day, I won’t hold my breath.

Poor Pink. Like Green Day's Billie Joe Armstrong, her selective outrage is on display for all the world to see.


  1. Wow. I never met someone who represents over 1 billion people. It’s an honor to be insulted by you. Even if you’re right about me, I didn’t censor you, like your government would if you said the same thing about the Communist Party. Is Ai Weiwei a “d**khead, too?

    If you’re going to insult me, do so on my China posts. Oh wait, you probably can’t see those. I feel badly for you. I really do.

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