Sometimes, I feel like I take these weird trips to a parallel universe. I arrived in Kentucky, to spend Christmas with my extended family, and I was greeted by various members of another race, known to the common folk as the "moral majority". I am not able to put my finger on it, but, I felt like I didn't belong, being a non-white, non-Christian woman. Now, all of these individuals, beings, if you will, had expressions that were almost manic, being rather wild-eyed and smiley or blank, like zombies. They come in different sizes and shapes, as well as various shades of white. Now, I had to rent a car. Usually, when I am trying to find a radio station, I have difficulty finding one that is not Reggaton or Tejano. However, I had difficulty finding one that was not Christian. They even have one station called "positive alternative", so, I listened to it, for a short while. It didn't take me long to realize that I was listening to tracks that were praising the Good Lord, J.C. I was not going to hear Nine Inch Nails or Radiohead, but, in fact, I was hearing songs about finding oneself and loving Jesus, etc. This went on for at least 3-4 consecutive stations. So, the residents, all appear to have the years worn on their faces from much smoking, praising, and singing hymns. Occasionally, I may hear someone speaking another language, but, I realized that they were just speaking English with a strong Southern drawl.
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