After all this sentimental and political drivel, I feel we should retire back to the Imperial’s foremost interest, culture. The aspect of culture we shall be fixating on is Musicismus known to the lesser citizenry as music. The Imperial should indulge in hearkening a very large variety of Musicismus. An Imperial should, before judging a certain type of auditory delicacy, have a respectable measure of understanding and insight in the art. Before joining the bandwagon and saying “Justin Bieber is so gayyyy!!!”, listen to a few of his songs and only then establish on your own that he unquestionably is queer. Of course, an Imperial being the majestic mortal that he or she is will under no circumstance judge or criticize another being for their intimate affinity for a style of harmony. That being is not in the wrong for appreciating a media-manufactured lyrical simpleton. The Imperial though, having the bewilderingly tasteful gusto for different species of Musicismus ranging from T-rex crossed with a Transformer sounding Dubstep to the most lecherously distinct Tango, an Imperial has been exposed to all variances of Musicismus in order to be a knowledgable specimen during an intellectual discussion regarding this art. Although an Imperial is always up to date and trendy shall never actualize a rapport with a type of Musicismus just because it is deemed “cool” by the inferiors. The Imperial being faithful to their roots shall never forget what makes their fellow compatriots “shake their booty” and so I personally fall into a blissful Zion when listening to Atif Aslam, Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan and Roxen. Music from other cultures cannot be gone unmentioned, personally being an avid inamorata of French oldies such as Edith Piaf and Charles Aznavour, I cannot help myself to act like an absolutely pompous prick when mentioning these talented beings. Although Musicismus being a complacent auricular elopement from the buzz of the Imperial’s life, it should never be more than just that, an elopement. Of course, I am not saying one should not pursue a career in this art form but in order to differentiate oneself from the doltish, hyena-like, rampaging, pre-teen Bieber fans, an Imperial shall never indulge in having “an idol” who is of musical decent. Naturally one may admire snippets of personality but moulding oneself after an individual deemed “rad” is not in the Narcissismus ways.