If you're looking for insightful patriotic commentary, you've come to the wrong place (at least today). Sorry.
A while back, Jane had a good chuckle because of my confession that I enjoy country music. Because I am a glutton for punishment, I'm actually going to defend myself. Really, how can you not love this stuff? Here are some of the best titles (too good to be true, and yet they are!):
"The American Honky-Tonk Bar Association"
"The Redneck Yacht Club"
"Whose Bed Have Your Boots Been Under?"
"Country Boys and Girls Gettin' Down on the Farm"
And, the crown jewel, with which I torture my husband every December:
"Please, Daddy, Don't Get Drunk This Christmas ('Cause I Don't Want to See My Momma Cry)"