I've always had a soft spot for Bocephus, especially his early material. For instance, his 1976 album Hank Williams Jr. & Friends is a genuine classic. But now he's turned into a ric,h bloated, redneck — hanging with Kid Rock and stuffing his face with a steady diet of filet mignons and retard sandwiches.

Listening to this ridiculously erroneous pro-McCain song he penned (a rewrite of my beloved "Family Tradition"), I can no longer call myself a fan of the man — and I own a half-dozen of his CDs. "Wow, I'm saddened and embarrassed by this," reads one comment. I couldn't agree with it more. Or the broadcaster who calls Junior a "fake populist." Go back to you mansion, Bocephus, and go suck on one those Cuban cigars you adore, you fucking fraud!

Hank Williams Jr. making an ass clown of himself