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Case ([personal profile] case) wrote in [community profile] fandomsecrets2023-08-23 07:18 pm

[ SECRET POST #6074 ]


⌈ Secret Post #6074 ⌋

Warning: Some secrets are NOT worksafe and may contain SPOILERS.


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(Anonymous) 2023-08-24 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
wtf? isn't this guy like a millionaire or something? i'm sure he has plenty of money for little debbie snacks. why does he need to pretend he's poor and make up dumb bullshit?

(Anonymous) 2023-08-24 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
To be clear, that's actually a separate right-wing wank-bait song from the one that Jason Aldean did.

We live in stupid, stupid times.

(Anonymous) 2023-08-24 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
The part of the secret in parentheses is referring to Oliver Anthony, the singer-songwriter of Rich Men of North Richmond, not Jason Aldean. But Oliver Anthony apparently lives in a $750 camper off-the-grid. He used to work in a paper mill and released the song independently. So, I think he's legit poor. Not that I think that means he's right.

The actual lyrics being referenced from Rich Men of North Richmond:
I wish politicians would look out for miners
And not just minors on an island somewhere
Lord, we got folks in the street, ain't got nothin' to eat
And the obese milkin' welfare.

Well, God, if you're 5-foot-3 and you're 300 pounds
Taxes ought not to pay for your bags of fudge rounds
Young men are puttin' themselves six feet in the ground
'Cause all this damn country does is keep on kickin' them down.