Now that you mention CCR...how the hell ? did those clowns somehow come to 'represent' the Nam era grunts...supposedly. Down at the local bar, every once in a while, some well meaning but ignorant younger person will punch in Fortunate Son or similar bullshit, and holler, 'this one's for you old man'. Since it's meant well, I just grin and wave, while swallowing little pukelets. On the other hand , why does a bar have that schidt on the jukebox? Well, it's the only bar in 30 miles I suppose.


Well this is a fine pickle we're in, should'a listened to Joe McCarthy and George Orwell I guess.