I look at it like this: If I let that stuff get to me, I would probably listen to or watch nothing at all. As I have said to my friend: "Look, dude, you have to pick your battles in life, ya know?"
Sure, I'm not going to listen to Ted Nugent or Skrewdriver (MDC was right about Ian Stuart. LMAO!) God...that dude was such a total knob. "I don't think those rude boys, or whatever you call them, are skinheads at all." Wanna hear something funny? That was from an interview snippet in 1992. I was reading about these exact same subjects in high school, and when he said that, I was laughing so hard that I couldn't breathe. So, a high school kid in the cornfields of the U.S. knew more than a total IDIOT who lived in that country? What an absolute bonehead.
My only real crisis of conscience came about in the summer of '06. I was questioning EVERYTHING and also doing a lot of psychological self-examination. But the latter certainly is another post on its own.
I was questioning whether continuing to listen to Death Metal/Grindcore was still appropriate. I remember throwing out certain tapes. Wow. That was dumb. But I was so insanely hypersensitive and looking at so much under a metaphorical microscope. Yeah, that time was so messed up. Eventually, things came back around. But that may have been six months to a year.
