Odd Man Out

Every day I am reminded of how at odds I am with the culture we live in. Don't offer me tickets to the Magic Kingdom, I'm not going. Most things Disney, Kardashian, Vegas, mainstream TV...cause me to feel bad...about us. I have no “Midnight Madness Sale” bug nor any interest in the contents of the local mall. Right wing Republicans won't see me at any of their meetings, nor will I be in the congregation of any priest, reverend or guru claiming insider information while passing the plate. For me, Eddie Arnold, handed down the boring gene to George Straight who gave it to Allen Jackson who helped spawn almost all of the country pop artists on any mainstream radio today. All of it a big yawn. Put on some Steve Earle or Lucinda Williams for me. Please don't make me live in a “planned community” where my McMansion is a clone of every other house on the block and to which I sadly tie my identity, even though it is actually owned by Bank of America. Misplaced priorities and the pursuit of mediocrity rule here in the States. It's not so much that we're bad people, we've just lost our way and don't know how to get back home.