For some reason, I had the Chad Mitchell Trio's "John Birch Society" going through my head ("Join the John Birch Society, holding off the Reds/We'll use our hands and hearts and, if we must, we'll use our heads").

There's a break at the end where 2/3 of the trio sings "America the Beautiful" while the third member talks about the fears of the era (ending with a unison, "If mommy is a commie, then you gotta turn her in....")

So my mind decided to go through all of "America the Beautiful" and, for the first time, I discovered I have a bit of a problem with it. Specifically, with the line, "God shed his grace on thee." As the food and shelter provider for four cats, I don't know that I particularly want my deity of choice to show favor by shedding all over me. I mean, I go through vacuum bags like crazy as it is.

I wish I could blame this entry on medication or some other known mind-altering substance but, alas, the closest I can honestly claim is an overindulgence in salmon and strawberries.

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UPDATE:

Someone gave me a link to the Chad Mitchell Trio doing an updated version entitled, "The George Bush Society":