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I thought that whole episode was one of the stupidest things I've ever witnessed, and reminded me of the negative aspects of living amongst a pack of rednecks. I felt the sentiment commonly expressed about the Dixie Chicks was mostly just bandwagon, flagwaiving, Go 'Merica horseshit. I didn't like them much before the commentary; afterwards I happened to hear them at a friends house and decided I could tolerate them. At some point, I saw a picture of Natalie Maines (a few years ago) and decided that if she had millions of dollars to take care of me, I would love to shack up with her in a serious fashion. I'm not so sure anymore. So I guess I went from the mild dislike I reserve for all pop-country, to an ability to enjoy their music and desire to rut with the lead singer.
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