Dont Despair, Your Mother Loves You

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actual cowboy stories got drowned out in the public consciousness by kurosawa adaptations (and or course other plagiarism) to the point where the american image of the wandering gunman is fundamentally identical to the ronin, but with zero cultural acknowledgement of the implications of that

it's hard to think of any equivalent cultural appropriations like this, because this one's had legitimate ideological and historical impact in lieu of widely available knowledge of what the time period was actually like

We hated them. We didn't really clock the nationalist nature of the thing but we we hated being asked to stand in a big group and sing songs for nobody. It was boring and goofy. Thinking about it now, it really was just our teachers using us as fodder for a Mass Ritual to Prevent 9/11 from Happening Again.

Eventually, some kids developed a sort of game. The ceremony had all these little dramatic pauses between sections of a speech or in-between songs. Kids would wait for those little pauses and, right before the song started, just shout "NINE ELEVEN!" There was a voice for it to. You had to sound kinda like a Patrick Star or a similar exaggerated dunderhead type character.