What is it with modern Country music and the odious sanctimonious bullshit associated with it? I just got done listening to some cliche shit-can tune about the "Red, White, and Blue" and how we (the US) will "put a boot in your ass."
I've heard similar Country tunes and it makes me cringe. Not because I'm not a fan of my country or of putting a boot in the ass of our enemies, but because it's so stupid and childish. If you want to talk about being tough, be tough. Talk of throwing your enemies before you and delighting in the sound of the lamentation of their women. And if you want to talk about love of your country, do it in more ways than saying "soldier, beer, USA, Jesus, or Smokey Mountains."
I don't know why it makes me cringe on the level that it does, but it does. I suppose it's the same kind of cringe that one gets if their drunk parent is making an ass of herself--just plain embarrassment, really. Does that make me an elitist snob? No, I don't think so. I just hope for more from my fellow citizens. And seeing how the sweatsuit-and-Bud Light-combo woman that is subjecting me to this mind numbing drivel is having trouble figuring out how to use the phukin jukebox, I don't see why I should not hope for more--and certainly don't see why I should not be embarassed.
I've heard similar Country tunes and it makes me cringe. Not because I'm not a fan of my country or of putting a boot in the ass of our enemies, but because it's so stupid and childish. If you want to talk about being tough, be tough. Talk of throwing your enemies before you and delighting in the sound of the lamentation of their women. And if you want to talk about love of your country, do it in more ways than saying "soldier, beer, USA, Jesus, or Smokey Mountains."
I don't know why it makes me cringe on the level that it does, but it does. I suppose it's the same kind of cringe that one gets if their drunk parent is making an ass of herself--just plain embarrassment, really. Does that make me an elitist snob? No, I don't think so. I just hope for more from my fellow citizens. And seeing how the sweatsuit-and-Bud Light-combo woman that is subjecting me to this mind numbing drivel is having trouble figuring out how to use the phukin jukebox, I don't see why I should not hope for more--and certainly don't see why I should not be embarassed.
