On the way to New York City on Sunday with my sixteen year old daughter, it occurred to me that perhaps, just perhaps, the newly elected Religious Right might take care of a problem that has been bothering me- a lot.

My daughter is a wonderful girl, and I love her more than anything.  I love her so much, that in spite of any number of things, when she asked me to take her to NYC on my only day off, I agreed.  One other thing I have to agree to when we travel is that she gets to play her music.

But halfway into some Eminem song I had to call a halt.  Every other word was motherf....r.  I grimaced through those, but when the lyrics went to "I went to the bar and the bartender su...d my d..k." I about lost my mind.  The reason was twofold: One, that such lyrics could be recorded, and two, that my daughter not only listened to them but did so in front of me.  To her credit, when I flipped it off she didn't complain- she knew I was right to do so.

Fast forward an hour to Sloppy Joe/Dirty Janes on Broadway downtown, right across the street from Yellow Rat Bastard.  Dirty Janes has an incredible selection of t-shirts, etc., and was totally crowded with kids and their parents.  Most of the kids, or at least a lot of them, were younger than my daughter.  As I milled around, staying away from daughter so as not to embarass her, guess what music popped on to the loud, throbbing stereo system?  Yes, you are absolutely correct.

And everyone just went on shopping.  The kids rifled through the shirts and jeans and coats and the parents milled about and no one seemed to think anything about it.

And for the first time since the election, actually for the first time ever, I found myself thinking, "maybe this administration will clean out that cesspool".

I even scared myself.