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As in "makes you look forward to your next rickrolling."
Everyone here knows Neal Horsley, right? Extreme anti-abortion activist--extreme to the point of calling for violence to get rid of abortion. This is the fuckhead who ran the "Nuremburg Files," which was a website full of abortion providers' pictures and home addresses. His intent was to scare doctors out of the abortion business. I feel Horsley was one of the major reasons Dr. Bernard Slepian was murdered by Paul Hill; after Hill's execution, Horsley elevated him to martyrdom.
Well anyway...Horsley's running for governor of Georgia under "The Creator's Rights Party." His campaign slogan is "Elect Neal Horsley governor and he will outlaw abortion in Georgia OR DIE TRYING." (This website also claims that "when" he outlaws abortion, abortions will magically stop because women won't go back to the old coat hanger method. He may have something there...they really won't, not when women have cars to drive them to states that aren't governed by single-issue whackos, medical books that tell exactly how to perform abortions, abortifacient herbs and, of course, discreet doctors who know how to write the words "menstrual extraction" in a woman's records.)
Back to the issue of the worst song ever written: Neal Horsley's campaign theme song. He sings about his grandparents' hundred-acre farm (where Horsley fans recall he lost his virginity to granddaddy's mule--no shit) and how his dad won't take him back to Carroll County, Georgia, because the "blood of the babies desecrated this land." The song is way fictionalized--he LIVED on said farm, he was a generic hellraiser (in addition to screwing the mule) and he found Jesus in prison--when he was thirty.
Don't listen to this song. Your ears will bleed.
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