I've been dealing with this for the last month or more inside, trying not to let people know about it, but I think it's time. I would say most American male musicians, especially those popular in the 1980s and 1990s, worship Donald Trump and have cast their souls into the dark pits of Hell as a result.
The ones I can prove for sure are Michael Sweet, Oz Fox, John L. Cooper and the rest of Stryper and Skillet, Gene Simmons, Johnny and Donnie Van Zant, Rudy Sarzo and Billy Ray Cyrus. They think American culture is too sexual and that Trump will clean it up with mass arrests. They worship the military, and want no more foreigners to join America, insisting on border walls. Billy Ray was taped calling his daughter Miley "a skank," and now is voting that she end up in prison for life for her pansexual and gender fluid behavior and that his other daughter, Noah, be forced to raise a parasite baby from a bad decision. They care more for their pets than human life. They are extremely homophobic and transphobic. Other possible people are Joel Hoekstra, Alice Cooper, Joe Perry and Sammy Hagar, but they have Democrat friends.
This leads to a sensation of "who can you trust," "can you trust anybody" and "what's the point of life?" I'm grappling with these questions as it seems Classic Rock isn't dying because those who play it are getting old, it's dying because it lost its value of fun, acceptance and joy, becoming regimented, condemning, spiteful and hateful, not wanting to go into the future unless it is violently forced to be the past. I am so angry I want to express my emotion through violence and destruction, becoming the very thing they hate. Underneath is sadness that I've been kicked around again without mercy. It doesn't stop; the Mariners lose, the rock stars turn into Nazis, the gamers whine about my favorite characters existing and I miss the bus for something I wanted to go to or don't have a Hostel to rest in.
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