There is no element of decadence that cannot invigorate your being…

if you only add a strong, steady and tight backbeat of drums, rhythm guitars, bass and maybe some horns to it all.

Consider that in my lifetime I was allowed by successive regimes to hear Jim Morrison “sing”

“Father! I want to Kill you! And the killer “walked down the hall. And he said, Mother! I want to F %©€^¥π√ k you!”

Or Mick Jagger, more tenderly, tell my daughter, “Let’s spend the night together!”

Or sweet Britney —messaging— us all

And how I could go on and on! But you know…

Unlike any generation in the whole history of the world successive generations after WWII have had conveniences galore, gadgets, global Internet (place an order, here tomorrow!) the Pill(s) and sex toys, AI girls and guys to play with, total security, and momma to have your back and amoral politicians to throw meat into your lying mouths.

And this is your “freedom” and “liberty”? Well I suppose it is, son. May it serve you well. Good luck. You’ll need it.