Once again conservatives prove that one, they have absolutely no idea how to do comedy. This has to be some of the most god-awful crap I've seen in a long time. And two, that they have all the subtlety of a blow horn when it comes to their over the top, juvenile, racist antics that look like they were targeted for a crowd of fifteen year old boys, or in this case, the crowd at CPAC 2012.

Awkward: Fox News contributor debuts rap video at CPAC:

Bright and early Friday morning at the Conservative Political Action Conference (CPAC) in Washington, D.C., a small group of Republicans were treated to perhaps the most bizarre attempt at rap music since “M.C. Rove” took the stage in front of the whole D.C. press corps in 2007.

As part of the entertainment during CPAC’s Red Carpet Blogger Awards on Friday morning, occasional Fox News contributor Steven Crowder and rapping pal Chris Loesch, married to the conservative political analyst Dana Loesch, staged a live performance of their new song, “Mr. America.”

While the actual music video of their conservative jive is graced by some level of production value, their live performance at CPAC unfortunately was not. Read on....

Here's more from Charles Johnson with the response from over at Brietbart's place -- Breitbart Blogger: CPAC Rap Video Wasn’t Racist, They Were Innocently ‘Referencing Their Pants’:

That incredibly obnoxious, blatantly racist CPAC “rap” video (Steven Crowder and Chris Loesch, wearing powdered wigs) spread rapidly across the blogosphere yesterday, and now, unbelievably, an anonymous writer at Andrew Breitbart’s “Big Journalism” website is actually trying to claim that Crowder and Loesch’s use of the word “knickers” was totally innocent: Dog Whistle Progressives Fabricate Racial Incident at CPAC - Big Journalism.

(Note: this dishonest trash was written by “P.J. Salvatore,” the sock puppet account that Breitbart’s bloggers use when they want to avoid putting a real name on an article.) [...]

OK, so here’s some context for “P.J. Salvatore.” This was no “dog whistle,” it was an air raid siren. Crowder and Loesch deliberately used the word “knickers” as a play on the N word, and there’s no doubt at all about it. They weren’t just talking about their pants. Here are the pathetic lyrics in that section:

Yeah but right now you’re high, ain’t you big hitter
But I’m back from the dead now bringing back all my knickers

Man you think I’d say that, come on what’s wrong with you
I’m just talking about my short pants that tuck into my shoe

Get it? Actually, you’d have to be pretty dumb indeed not to get the point they’re making. This is apparently what conservatives consider “comedy” — finding sneaky ways to use racial slurs. And they’re doing it while mocking a specifically black American musical genre. Any questions about the “context” here?

There’s more context, too, because Crowder and Loesch posted a video of their awful “rap” song, with slightly higher production values than the hand-held iPhone version. And that video uses the exact same “outraged African American” schtick that they pulled at CPAC. They stop the music and protest, “What? Knickers? I can say ‘knickers’ because I WEAR knickers.” Get it?

Here’s that video, set to start at the point where they do their sneaky “joke:”

(Portioned he mentioned is at the 2:43 minute mark.)

Obviously, this was not just an innocent synonym for “pants.” They deliberately used the word “knickers” in a context that makes it very clear they were invoking a racial slur, and wrote a whole little skit to go with it.

h/t Digby

UPDATE: And for anyone who really doesn't want to watch the second clip, one of my fellow contributors here at C&L sent me the lyrics they had posted. I don't expect anyone else to be able to make any more sense of them than she or I could.

Yeah, lookin' at the country, It's not what I intended
Gotta start to make a change, Before you're a Neverending
Story of a failed nation run straight out of luck
Like a million Tyler Perry Movies
Uh, you suck

All you little haves lots you're still selfish and want more
Votin' in your own self- interests now instead of the core
Principles that made this country both honest and true
Free to speak, worship, pursuit of your happiness too

With all this money afly you gon' be needin' a big freeze
I hate the size of the fed like Jesus hated the fig tree
As the spending goes up, you gotta borrow some more
Borrowin' from the chinese, Oh My lord

Instead you just tax more, increasin' the size
Of the federal government yeah to George's surprise
You'll be done like Detroit man, no You ain't comin' back
Forget it, I'm out, I'm muzzle loading my gat

Mr. America, look what you've done
You've traded your liberty and sovereignty for lies and promises

Mr. America, don't you run away
Pick the pieces up and face the problems, you'll be great again
Mr. America

I got tired of rolling over in my grave everyday
Makin a monarchy of my beloved US of A
You little glitches need remindin of what we were before
And the sitch that lead us up to revolutionary war
High taxes to the throne without a voice of our own
Ruled top down from the crown we wanted left alone
All y'all so soft you takin it year after year
We were fighting red coats while we were brewing our beer
Now I'm spittin cyphers through a grill made of wood
That's how it all went down in G Dubs neighborhood
Packin cap n balls black powder hammers were cocked locked
Click clack, the lobster backs lost the attack 'cause I rocked!
So chicken littles who don't know me listen don't let it twist
We kicked the "Aaa's" of the "Bees" for much less than this!

Mr. America, look what you've done
You've traded your liberty and sovereignty for lies and promises
So don't deny the historical I'm climbing out of the mud
Follow me, believe this creed, plant the seed and be free

Mr. America, don't you run away
Pick the pieces up and face the problems, you'll be great again
Mr. America

Unemployment's at eight five, when it's really at twelve
Hear me class is in session you Can't be saved by the bell
What happens when you, keep printing mo dough
Both party's have gone green like their name was Al Gore

Yeah but right now you're high, ain't you big hitter
But I'm back from the dead now bringing back all my knickers

Man you think I'd say that, what's wrong with you
I'm just talking about my short pants that I rock with my shoes
But let's get back to the first point I was trying to make
The degradation of our freedoms and our country at stake

The government's getting grand, while private sector grows smaller
Pour one out for your homies, cuz here comes the cold water
Unemployment's still rising, our debt's growing still
The only change that you're gonna get, is being left with the bill

Mr. America, look what you've done
You've traded your liberty and sovereignty for lies and promises

Mr. America, don't you run away
Pick the pieces up and face the problems, you'll be great again
Mr. America