I had a memory earlier today. It was about grade school music class. We were being taught a song that we were to sing in rounds. All the rounds were about how America was great. ‘My country rocks…’ etc. It was a fine song and all but propaganda none the less.
Hmmmmm. So many influences guide us. It’s hard to say how we become what we are because some of it must be unconscious. These experiences that seep in unnoticed because we are young or for some other reason. It’s a good example of why it’s not such a bad idea to question what you are being told.
“Our old singer is a sex, sex criminal.” — McLusky
I like that round instead.