Poor Chuck Schumer! He's only read the first line of the Tweet!
We noted yesterday the undeniable fact that the Left are acting like a party-goer who, although offered for the evening’s festivities a rather flattering suit, a crisp white shirt, a restrained but expensive silk tie, some devilishly stylish Oxford brogues and a haircut that speaks of penthouse suites and Juan les Pins, elects instead to don a yellow chequered suit, either too large or too small, a frizzy orange wig, huge flapping shoes, a bow-tie that spins around and lights up at the press of a concealed button, and a huge panstick grin.
We also noted that, laughable though their behavior may be, the Left do actually run the West, a point made in the January edition of British Intelligence by the rogueish Mark Gullick. They remain dangerous people. It is a test of one’s resolve to point and laugh at a clown if he is holding a machine-gun. An example that seems risible at first glance, but yields a sinister undercurrent on inspection.
Hats off – and boy are there a lot of different hats to take off! – to novelty 1970s gay disco act Village People! After Donald Trump began using some of their anthems at rallies and even on a visit to India, the Left immediately harangued them to do the expected thing and whine and whinge and kvetch about it, much like the fey, virtue-signalling REM had done when Trump’s people used Everybody Hurts, a weak song only saved by the luscious and haunting string arrangements of Led Zeppelin’s John-Paul Jones.
But what’s this? Instead of doing the decent thing, those crazy action figures told the Left, in a politely worded Tweet the Left won’t have grasped because of its very politeness, to bite me, girlfriend. They Tweeted that it had been brought to their attention that Orange Man had Shang-haid their stomping tunes, and, in a line that must have cheered the Leftist nags and scolds at first, wrote,
‘With the latest use of “Macho Man” in India, we are being inundated and can no longer remain silent’.
The Left smile a self-satisfied smile, having forced yet another cultural figure to bend like a reed in the wind. But soft, gentle reader, there is more…
‘Since our music is not being used for a specific endorsement, the President’s use is perfectly legal’.
Cue Leftist heads exploding. Now, firstly, where is Western culture when the only adults in the room are a 70s disco group composed of gay men in outrageous costumes extolling listeners to book a room at the YMCA and hang out with all the boys? But more important is the level of expectation of the Left. Trump is associated with your product, therefore you will denounce him. Think again. We saw it in the UK with the pathetic attack on Yorkshire Tea.
Village People have, um, shown their balls to the world. And, for the Left and their crayon-eating followers, things just get worse…
‘[Trump] has remained respectful in his use of our songs and has not crossed the line; if he or any other candidate were to use any of our songs in a manner that would suggest our endorsement, or in a promotional advertisement, that would cross the line.
Like millions of Village People fans worldwide, the President and his supporters have shown a genuine like for our music.
Our music is all-inclusive and certainly everyone is entitled to do the YMCA dance [NB. You have to love that bit. That entitlement alone is worth more than any poxy, UN-backed human right] regardless of their political affiliation. Having said that, we certainly don’t endorse his use as we’d prefer our music to be kept out of politics’.
Woah! Of course their PR people sniff the amyl nitrate of publicity, but these guys should be on an advisory committee telling the Left how not to make asshats of themselves, that is once that whole cultural appropriation thing with the Red Indian is taken care of.
But there always remains the ingrained attitude of the Leftist uber-martinets that if Trump – or anyone to the Right of Baader-Meinhof - uses any cultural item, the producers of that item have to act like epileptics in an electric chair. It is the way of the Left. Event X happens, response Y is the appropriate response. They don’t think things through any more than a jukebox thinks about which record it wants to play after you’ve punched the buttons. The more folk act like they couldn’t give a tinker’s cuss about what Owen Jones, CNN, Ash Sarkar, Diane Abbott, Maxine Waters, The Young Turks (nice name, lads, given the historical context), Stephen Colbert, Al Sharpton, The Economist, Ian Dunt, Hope Not Hate, the SPLC, the Muslim Brotherhood, the BBC, Channel 4, Hollyweird and all the rest of the confederacy of dunces that make up the modern Left think about something, the closer we may be to retrieving the rusting hulk of civilization from beneath the closing tides of progressivist globalism and making her seaworthy once more.
What’s more, secreted in their joyous doggerel, those Village People scamps have a message for all you Leftists who are just starting to experience buyer’s remorse at having embarked on the ship of fools that is the modern Left;
‘Together we will go our way.
Together we will leave some day.
Together, your hand in my hand.
Together we will make the plans.
Together we will fly so high.
Together, tell our friends goodbye…’
Photo credit: JANC363