On a human level, I actually got love for Brad Paisley's intent for making this song, but uh NAAAHHH B.
Fuck the fuck-ass "rebel flag," there's no racist elephant in the middle of the room that we don't want to aknowledge. No, like Luke in his Tauntaun, we are curled up inside the carcass of that racist elephant for warmth, and have been for centuries upon centuries. Who gives a shit about the Civil War? It's deeper than that. The problem Paisley has here is a classic white guy party trick: let's clear the air so I can be more comfortable bro-ing down with you, LL—but I refuse to aknowledge or address that I benefits in some degree to this very day from slavery—and just as significantly, all the fuckery that's happened ever since. Can we just let "bygones by bygones"? LL of course, is the guy that says, COOL. No, wait, LL is the black man that says: RIP ROBERT E LEE.
"I can't even" with this, you guys, I'm going outside to breathe and take a relaxing walk to Manhasset, New York, so I can kick LL Cool J's roid-shriveled balls into outer space.