April 25
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 

I'm glad we're at war*.  Take THAT, you dirty peacenik hippies. I'm GLAD we're at war, because before the war, I NEVER got to hear Neil Diamond's "America" on the radio.  NEVER.  And now?  Every day or so, while I'm doing my normal station scan A.D.D. listening, bang! There it is:  On the boats on on the planes!!  They're COMING TO AMERICA!!! Never looking back again!!! THEY'RE COMING TO AMERICA!!!!!

God help me, but that song makes me lose my shit. The part where he's kind of shout-singing the Pledge of Allegance, with the people (I assume they're all supposed to be damned foreigners, fighting the chains of opression) yelling "TODAY!!"?  You know that part?  If you were driving behind me, you'd think I was being attacked by weasels, because I freak out so completely.  The only thing I don't do is pump my fist in the air (this song is way too pure for the Evil Fingers.  The lesser evil "Rock ON!!!!" fingers might work, though--use your discretion) and if my moonroof happened to be open, I might even do THAT.  Jesus! That song!! It makes me crazy!! And you know what?  It's a shitty, piss poor song, and when I hear it, I can't help but think of 1985, during the 100th Anniversary of the Statue of Liberty and Ronald Reagan (surely, he can not still be alive.)  and Neil singing that very song on Ellis Island with a choir of little immigrant children dressed in their native outfits.  Not since 1985 have I--and the world--been fortunate enough to have a reason for the radio stations to blow the dust off that particular record and slap it back down on the turntable! TODAY!!!
 
 
 

*War is bad.  I'm being funny.  Settle down, hippies.
 
 
 
 
 

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