Looks kinda angry

Probably pissed off at the new CXT.

"See, there is this point. There is this point where it all becomes just beyond silly and absurd and surreal. There is this threshold you reach where you finally just have to toss in the moral and spiritual and intellectual and commonsensical towel and just laugh out loud and shake your head and sigh and then run off to the woods with a bottle of fine sake and the collected Coltrane. This is what you have to do. Especially when faced with such wicked absurdities as, say, Kraft Lunchables. Or John Ashcroft. Or Dr. Phil. Or the CXT.

And, for a brief, shining moment, I had thought the cute little Hummer H2 had this particular point of macho absurdity nailed -- defined it, owned it, sneered at it and ran over it 200 times with its big crushing 22-inch monster rims and said ha ha ha, I am the one, beeyatch, no vehicle is sillier and no vehicle is more moronic and no vehicle is more perfectly representative of the aggro-macho-gluttonous attitude of America and no vehicle better symbolizes our childish and cartoonish and ultimately sad stance toward how we treat the planet and how we view ourselves and our role in the world.

Not anymore. The CXT makes the Hummer whimper and cower and suck its thumb. The CXT is by far the biggest baddest dumbest production pickup in American history, and no one is even trying to debate that fact, no one even coming anywhere near defending the thing as anything other than every monosyllabic frat boy's wettest of wet automotive dreams because even the most die-hard knobby-brained SUV fanatic takes one look at the CXT and goes, holy crap, that thing is sort of, you know, ridiculous. But in a really badass sort of way.