Parents who let an 11-year-old girl call herself a "singer-songwriter" and traipse through the Texas coffeehouse and showcase circuit need to have their heads examined.
Parents who let an 11-year-old white girl with an OK voice run around oversinging oversung Christina Aguilera and Beyoncé songs in public probably need to be horsewhipped.
And parents old enough to know better who let an 11-year-old girl who isn't do this to the national anthem at a major-league soccer game -- on television, no less -- need killin', to put it in their native Texan.
CONGRATULATIONS, asshats. There's now a rendition of the Star-Spangled Banner worse than Roseanne Barr's. It's your daughter's.
You were happy to bask in the reflected glow of your little darling's prepubescent musical specialness. So you put her out there. And put her out there. And put her out there some more, because the fruit of mama's womb turned out to be a singer-songwriter!
I mean, if her website says it, it must be true!
And then you put her out there, before tens of thousands in a stadium and many more than that on TV. What could go wrong with an 11-year-old white girl trying to outdo Whitney Houston's version of a song that to most singers is what invading Afghanistan is to most empires?
Because, by God, people are gonna remember Harper Gruzins from Coppell, Texas!
Well, you got that right. The national anthem done in the style of Tibetan throat singing would have been less memorable . . . and more palatable.
Sadly for you, there's no reflected glory to bathe yourselves in. Worse for Harper, there's no shortage of Texas-size ridicule for a precocious preteen to bear all by her Lone Star self.
Somebody git a rope!
HAT TIP: Rod Dreher.
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