By the middle of the century, the American minds were mushy and dim. Unthinking. In their glowing heads, there was no need for thinking. Others did it for them. Computers, robots, and applications were excellent for practical functions, but they could never replace the more impractical aspects of thoughtfulness. The magic, the intuition, the risky, the outlandish, the intolerant, the humorous. Predictably, it made America extremely dull. Dull in all aspects, culturally especially. Begin with conformity was the sense, the vibe.
With American intellectualism and creativity on the decline, Texico welcomed those who thought for themselves. Thinking robots seemed a sure sign of lazy stupidity, there was no fun in that. Texico was a place of ideas and debate, conversation skills were taught in schools. Avoiding mush head, using your own brain, and free talking were also popular additions to educational curriculums. Schools were private, reasonably priced, flexible in all ways, and an enjoyable experience. Instructors were smart. In fact, many Texicans continued educational pursuits their entire lives. Learning, discovering, practicing, asking, testing, and validating. More of a lifestyle than a burden. Certainly nothing as expensive, oppressive, burdensome, and ineffective as America's academic and intellectual scene. Their think tanks were full of mossy, stale, and cloudy thinkers. Like standing water, slippery on the edges. Evaporating, desperate for brains. Question a think tank in the state of District Of Columbia (DOC) and get reprimanded. The reprimand list was the list prior to the warning list. A warning was really serious business, it was more official than a reprimand.
Just for some decent music, many Americans near the southern border took to the old airwaves to hear Texican music and stories. Outlets out of New Boston, Dalhart, and Monroe set up stations just for the purpose of giving Americans a break from their day to day, night to night, dim existence. Many Okies and Arkies wanted in, and they wanted in now. They wanted their MTV, as the old saying went. That spirit was long gone in America, banning and censoring were common. Drum machines replaced drummers. Give them more mush, they'll eat it. And they did.
