Appalled

I'm generally not appalled very often. Perhaps I should be. So much of what passes for democracy and the defense of liberty in this country is appalling, but it doesn't surprise me and so I forget to feel appalled. Rarely do I every find music appallingly offensive. But yesterday, while playing pool, some adolescent freshman put on the song I Like It When the Strippers Cry by the Bloodhound Gang. I somehow missed the Bloodhound Gang growing up, perhaps because I was only about 12 when they made it big. My god. In other appalling news, I continue to unearth mounds of publish drivel under the guise of literary criticism. I can only hope that I am not adding to the pile.