When Jason Aldean says “there is not a single lyric in the song that references race or points to it” and “there isn’t a single video clip that isn’t real news footage,” it’s like noting that the White Power symbol is just an OK sign and that All Lives Matter.
My contemporaries were terrified (correctly) that eventually bars would replace live musicians with live drunks singing poorly to karaoke. “Yeah,” I agreed, “the shitty ones. The best musicians, though, will always have gigs.” Turns out, I was right.
“You didn’t used to see them out in public like five years ago,” he told me. “But last time I’m out at a Trader’s Joe” (that’s how he said it) “and you see these women dressed up in beekeeper suits,” he said referring to the traditional Muslim garb known as the niqab.
I specifically stood in the cold to avoid the standing in a huge indoor snake queue full of COVID-carrying humans, goddammit. What the hell is VIP for plasma donation?
I know all y’all don’t see how the pendulum could ever swing back now on marijuana legalization. But I have very good friends in marijuana legalization who were certain it would be legal by 1980. I also remember well how ubiquitous cigarette smoking used to be, and not a single cigarette smoker was arrested to make it the huge taboo it is today.
There is a small list of things that, as Red State Refugee, I prefer about Idaho to Oregon. Better license plates (7 letters over 6). College football (go Big Blue!). Street addressing (seriously, Medford, what’s with the hidden houses in people’s backyards?). But high on the list is Boise’s approach to homelessness.