Being critical of culture and its sentiments isn't hatred. Lyrics, good or bad; poetic or petulant, aren't law. I mean, in the name of the Father, Son and the Holy Dagon, “Mary, Did You Know?” does the same thing every year. It's the ubiquity that becomes haunting, but it's also the song's narrative. “Jesus, Take the Wheel” doesn't contain a question mark but reading the song without accompanying patriot hearts and unclean minds could lead to poetry—a plea for a deity to answer a request that goes unanswered—and it plays over and over with no response as the wheel is turned into the oblivion of rhetorical schlock, then the once possible poetry is championed as an idealized version of America and a populace that realizes and embraces its own hypochondriatic self-worship of brokenness. When a preteen in pink sings for Jesus to take the wheel that she isn't old enough to operate, or when fireworks explode to Carrie Underwood's near death experience that was written for her, the song becomes a pessimistic look at contemporary America if one is only comfortable talking about serious issues through pop music metaphor. And if that's the only way you can approach the issues of a country then you truly don't believe in anything.
The most disturbing thing about the annual volley of singsong pleas to Jesus is that people don't know how to articulate their love for country without immediately hacking away at pride, or to celebrate freedom without tethering it to failure, or talk about what they think is important without pop, and without checking off boxes that only contain words and opinions close enough to what they think they might possibly believe in—surviving, getting through life and living gloriously. To some, damning others is living life to the fullest and complaining about where the hands of others should and should not be makes you interesting, like you have something deep and positive to say. Really, though, that's like eating garbage because it contains a whiff of something good and wholesome, but it's only corn syrup and bagged popcorn. I call that America, where it doesn't matter how unhealthy we live or how destructive we are, or how uncritical our thoughts or beliefs are, we have Jesus in our chorus.