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This Is Your Brain in a Crock-Pot
By Chuck Rogér
I gotta roll, can't stand still; got a flaming heart, can't get my fill.
- Led Zeppelin, 1971
Led Zeppelin's "Black Dog" lyrics saluted the "if it feels good, do it" culture spawned in the 1960s. Zeppelin had already played to teens' libidos in 1969 with "Whole Lotta Love" at the same time that my high school friends and I mistook John Lennon's "Come Together" as an ode to orgy. Later in the same school year, I walked smack into a post outside the school bookstore as a buddy and I were mourning the Beatles' breakup and agreeing how great it was to still have Zeppelin. Getting a bloody nose while exalting dopers who exalted promiscuity should have alerted me that something was wrong.
Something was wrong. An anything-goes morality was shifting into high gear. The seduction of the American mind was underway. Tools were being fashioned to erase the republic and build a collectivist paradise. One such tool would win the White House in 2008.
