The Colors of Groupthink
god supress america (please)
Take Me Out To The Brainwashing
I haven’t paid much attention to baseball since I was a kid, but this year, strolling along into my second childhood, I did watch a couple games on screen, and two at the minor league park in Coney Island.
I discovered a disturbing new addition to the festivities.
It appears that after the airplanes flew into the buildings and provided Victimhood to a nation usually in the business of inflicting pain rather than receiving it, our “national pastime”, baseball, added the singing of the treacly “God Bless America” to the seventh inning stretch — just before “Take Me Out To The Ballgame”.
Wasn’t it absurd enough already for the crowd to have to stand at the start of the game— (“Ladies and Gentlemen please stand, Gentlemen remove your hats . . .”)— for that godawful militaristic star-spangled anthem-ditty—simply because we were going to watch an entertainment wherein men run around hitting and catching balls?
The existential angst I’m prone to when encountering massive Groupthink behavior (yes, even Xmas) overwhelmed me as I watched the crowd all rise—as if all the puppet strings were pulled simultaneously.
Placing their hands over their hearts, allowing their minds to melt into something sentimental…