Patriot though I be, there are some things about America that I hate. The kind of sensationalizing soap opera lives represented by Jerry Springer and Maury Whateverthehellheis: a sleazy and mock moralistic parading the human trash from the ghettoes and trailer parks. How many times can you sit on the edge of your seat wondering if Laquitha's latest baby belongs to her husband, his brother, his best friend or her cousin?
On the other hand, the kinds of lives that are sung about in country music, for all its sentimentality, are often honorable and worthy of respect.
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