Small Town Life

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Man, that Jason Aldean song has done just what the corporate fat cats wanted…

…it got people talking, and fighting. It seems that pushing the division in this country was the intent.

First, Aldean was raised in Macon, Georgia - a ‘small town’ with 153,000 people…so he doesn’t know a small town from a thriving metropolis.

Secondly, he was on stage during a horrific mass shooting. Threatening people with a gun in the lyrics is absurd.

Thirdly, and as a fellow small town resident pointed out with a poignant Facebook post…

…the beauty of small town life is in the helping of others. My friend, Diane mentioned all the beautiful caring things that happened in small town North Collins back in the 1970’s and threats of violence, or intolerance against strangers didn’t make any of her highlights.

Finally, and the real rub of it all, for me, was the video that was made for the song.

It was filmed at the site of a lynching of a black man.

News footage that depicted violence in the streets wasn’t even filmed in America and lastly, a newspaper article that vilified the NAACP was originally in the background as the song played but one of the corporate guys must have said:

“Okay, we can’t make it THAT obvious,” because the article was removed.

At the end of the day, that’s what this song was all about.

Division.

“Get ‘em talking.”

“Keep them fighting.”

As the culture wars rage on, the populace ignores the crates filled with money that are being walked straight out the door and into off-shore accounts of people who already have more than they need.

And we all fall for it…

…time and again…

…at the expense of the marginalized.

Shameful.

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