CMA Awards--tenuous and weak without Union Blue

   
   "CMA Awards--tenuous and weak without Union Blue"
   
   The trickster coyote, though their Totem represents many more things, proves to be the most enduring survivor in America even though slaughtered in myriads each year.  I surmise they enjoy the carnal aspects of elegant breeding--much like the folks of the CMA Awards, and my bizarre self included, if I could only transcend women who think that their vaginal cavities are self-cleaning ovens and don't randomly douche with the unscented variety.
   Country ladies should royally represent the bucolic nature of the American South, ornamented in cowboy boots, cut-off jeans, and tank tops that refer to gas stations--like EXXON--put a tiger in your tank girls.
   Regardless, country music dames are damning the impoverished audience of millions, dressing in ostentatious dresses as if they're Bond Girls--and they are axiomatically not!  Plus, the non-mystical majority of lyrics is about boozing and whoring, but teenagers love this.  
   Lady Antebellum kinda/sorta sings:

What I really need now is a double shot of Crown;
Next, my panties are coming down.
  
   What kinda ode would Union Blue respond with?  What about:
   
Girl, give me a golden shower;
Then, I'll pick you a Yankee flower.
   
   Rock 'N' Roll has changed the world.  Especially politics in the turbulent 60's.  Even swaying opulent born politicians to end the draft; moreover, they could actually bard with gleaming grammar and set the ENTIRE country on Freedom's Fire.