Tuesday, March 6, 2018

Metal Isn't The Problem: Parents Are

I remember that parents were freaking out when Decline of Western Civilization, Part II-The Metal Years was released in 1988, because this was back when metal was blamed for everything in the American media, from suicide to juvenile delinquency.

Lo and behold, a recent study was published that debunked that propaganda:

https://wearechange.org/the-metalhead-kids-are-all-right/A second article reiterates the point that kids like myself were actually the brightest in the class: https://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/science/science-news/3352230/Heavy-metal-a-comfort-for-the-bright-child.html

Hey, I've been listening to heavy metal since 1981 and I've been a heavy metal musician since 1984-and I haven't eaten anyone.

Hence, I just tell these parents to get off their kids' back whenever they whine about Avenged Sevenfold or Marilyn Manson; that they have no idea what they're talking about-and then I relate to my own experiences with metal-without which I would not be here today to make the point.  I also tell the parents to get their priorities straight; that their kids wouldn't have the emotional problems that they do if they (the parents) spent more POSITIVE time with them.

American parents spend the least amount of time with their children in the West and parents blame the media for THEIR LAZINESS.

Hey, it's called telecommuting, okay?  They should try it sometime.

God, Help Me Tonight at the Caucus

I have a Democratic caucus to attend tonight.  Needless to say, I'm pissed off because of what happened in November and because certain elements who infiltrated my political party refuse to accept any responsibility for what happened in the previous presidential election.

Despite what every pundit and every survey demonstrated, these Hippies still believe that Sanders would have beaten Trump in a landslide-not with the swing states.  They all would have gone as red as the Nile, because people still fear the word socialism.

God, I hope I can keep my mouth shut tonight, but I'm not sure about the power of myself control-especially about this topic.

I am quite sure that there are still raw nerves after what that senile old man did to us, but that's what happens when a first-time voter is promised free marijuana by a codger who shakes his fist like he's some Fidel Castro or Che Guevara.

I'd rather do my homework and I'd rather be with my fiancee, but I have nothing to complain about if I refuse to go and do this.

The problem is that, with Trump's remarks about the idea of being president for life, Democrats have to come together and brainstorm.

The older ones have to accept the fact that peaceful protest has always failed and the younger ones just need a target on whom to properly focus their anger.