Why I Hate America

2019-07-21 maranatha church backyard georgia

Photo taken through the trees at the back of Maranatha Baptist Church, Plains, GA, July 21, 2019.

 

President Trump says some of my favorite people hate America.  Well, I guess that means I hate America too.  I hate America.  Hate, hate, hate, HATE!

Let me be clear.  I hate America.  I hate America.

Well, mostly their lyrics.

Yes, that America, the one that played throughout the seventies with songs like “Horse with No Name” and “Ventura Highway.”  Oh, and “Muskrat Love.”

For the past few days, T and I have been on a trip through the South.  We are currently in Georgia, recovering from a visit to President Jimmy Carter’s Sunday school class.  Which was interesting and exhausting, because you need to arrive at the church where he teaches rather early in the morning–or, better, the afternoon before–if you want to get in.

Anyway, T loves America, and you know, I think I used to.  But we’ve been listerning to a greatest hits CD on the way down here, and I came to a conclusion.  The goddam lyrics make no sense.  Sing “Sandman” to yourself.  WTF is going on in that song?  At least “Horse” has some pretension to a message…but Ventura highway?

‘Cause the free wind is blowin’ through
Your hair
And the days surround your daylight
There
Seasons crying no despair
Alligator lizards in the air
Really?  Really, Dewey?
The music behind the lyrics is pleasant enough, and in the days of AM radio, it was easy to dismiss lyrics like these because you couldn’t hear them well enough.  Even scratchy LPs made these songs sound OK.  But they’re nonsense.
Worse.  They’re emotional/emotive nonsense.
When I was in high school, I fell in unrequited love with a girl, J, who had long blond hair.  Just after my birthday in my junior year, America dumped “Sister Golden Hair” on the radio.  That song was designed to make the life of a teenager miserable!

 

 

So America made that year miserable for me, and I could not escape the song anywhere.  The song is designed to make you long for something/someone, and since I had that someone awfully close to hand…it sucked.
So, yes, that emotional manipulation is one of the reasons I hate America.  But look more closely at the lyrics in their songs, and, I’m pretty sure, you’ll hate America too.

 

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1 Response to Why I Hate America

  1. mike w. says:

    Ugh! That’s an earworm (or two or three) i did NOT need today! Thanks. A lot.

    i share your hatred of America- but then i never like America in the first place…

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