A Quickie: The Politics of Hate

The Politics of Hate: Why a certain singer has lost his spine.
Posted by: Marcus

This entry isn't going to take long. In this entry, it's pretty simple. I, the blogger, am Marcus. That's not my real name, but an amalgamation of my first and last names. I'm the guy on the left in the picture.

The man to my right is J. Randall Blythe, lead singer of Lamb of God. A man who has been known as someone whose views on the politics of this country and how messed up they are were very close to the core of his songwriting. It seemed like they were something that he deeply cared about.

Key words being "it seemed."

Today, I am here to simply say that Randy Blythe is a fake. A fraud. He is a poser. The economy still sucks. We're still at war. Our president wants to inject our country with more and more doses of Socialism under the guise of hope and peace, and where is Randy Blythe?

Randy Blythe is in his home, counting his money, and laughing at how all of us have fallen for the facade that Lamb of God has put up. You gentlemen are not metal. You're a bunch of sprout eating hippies that are trying to be metal, but as of late, the last piece of the costume is off.

You didn't give two craps about the war in Iraq. You don't care about the lives of Americans. You care about money.

So, here's what I say to Lamb of God. Put up or shut up. Prove to everyone that you care, and make some sort of statement about how screwed up everything is, because right now it seems that you only assaulted Bush, the military, and the blood shed in war to try and sell records.

If you read this, Randy, keep in mind that I was a fan. I'm not threatened by your voice, because your guitarist whipped your ass, and I'm three times his size. Walk the walk, or walk off the stage so someone else who isn't full of crap can pick up the instruments and make music that comes from the heart, and not a wallet begging to be filled.