Beatles

I overheard three dudes talking about George Harrison. My Sweet Lord was playing and they were talking about The Beatles going to India and getting into a guru and CULTURAL APPROPRIATION and I thought well welcome to fucking hell. Welcome to a world where anguished fresh adults go over the past with a fine tooth comb without learning a single thing in the process. Here's a thought, while we're talking about appropriation, how about you leave the past alone, you fucking thieves. 

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