As the Snot Wad Drains

Well, time goes by and still no reply from any potential employers. Perhaps I should fall back on my many artistic talents and forge a career for myself as a Country Song writer. You have to listen to that shit everywere you go in this friggin' county, and at the rate my brain is decomposing, I should have no trouble at all as a lyricist. In the grocery store last week, I was subjected to "music" in which the singer uttered the words "more better". I had to stop, right there in the personal hygiene aisle, and weep. I may even have to give up Chinese food for the same reason. No, not my yeast infection. The horrible Country music they play at my favorite restaurant. Some may label me paranoid, but I am convinced Country music is one of, if not the main tool in the dumbing down of Amerika. How else can you explain it's ubiquitious presence in these troubled times? I cannot of course speak for the rest of the country, but here in River City, there is no escape. It is played in every retail establishment, and I relish it as much as having a cheese grater drug slowly across my spine. Not that I don't enjoy Country music, mind you. Given enough beer, I can tolerate anything. But no one is buying.