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Aw, lord, I'm just laughing so hard at the letters here and the whole fiasco in general that it's really hard to remember that there is a reason why some people are so touchy about this particular rendition of our god-awful, ear-splitting, verging-on-the-ludicrous national anthem. See, it was calculated. You gotta connect the dots. You have to bear in mind that a lot of people truly are convinced that the whole thing springs from the recent "Day Without an Immigrant" blowout, during which a lot of people, in very calculated fashion, worked very hard to irritate the bejesus out of blue-collar Americans. After taking all those jobs "Americans won't do", filling up our emergency rooms with snotty-nosed kids and knife wounds on the American taxpayer's dime, after simply being here in violation of the law and then demanding (there's that word again) yet more entitlements, the benificiaries of our largesse are treated to Wyclef and friends releasing a Spanish version of Francis Scot Key's immortal mangling of words and music, a few demonstrators (or whatever they were or were doing) sing the anthem in a language they themselves have barely mastered any better than most Americans have mastered Americanese, and you've got Mrs. O'Leary's cow in the act of kicking over the lantern that eventually reduced Chicago to a burned-out pile of, well, cowhide and charred pizza. It ain't pretty. In any language. Just aks the Presidensity.
