Dear Editor, I was pleased to see your favorable review of Gretchen Wilson in the Nov. 11 issue [“TCB,” Music]. As you say, the self-styled “Redneck Woman” is expected “to clean up” at the CMA Awards. How wonderful for country music and our nation in general that the insightful tunesmith behind “All Jacked Up” is receiving honors for her work. While her song ostensibly celebrates the joys of binge-drinking and DWI, I'm sure that the meth crowd won't fail to appreciate the message. Besides drinking too much, a principal slang definition of jacked-up is having used a large quantity of speed, cocaine, or other amphetamine. Those that know, know. What a wonderful message to be sending out on the airwaves and into music stores both to present meth addicts and to their children, future addicts. Getting jacked-up is good old American fun and just a part of life. Forget the millions of dollars being pumped into anti-meth law enforcement and the broken homes and devastated communities trying to deal with the scourge. Quit your pollyanna nit-picking – let's all just get jacked-up. To celebrate this landmark song, I have written an “answer song” to Gretchen's masterpiece. My jacked-up heroine offers slices of life from the trailer park: “I been up for three days straight/living off Yoo-Hoos and Frito Lays,” “shut your mouth the baby's trying to sleep/finally got him quiet in the kitchen sink,” and “your tongue is wagging like a windshield wiper/when you make a beer run don't forget the diapers.” I only hope that my work can have 1% of the impact that Gretchen's will. Long live corporate country music – Nashville. They know us better than we know ourselves.