Truer words were never uttered
And I’ve been saying it for years now:
This is the mainstreaming of the bad boy, complete with rat-pack suit and cigarette in hand. A snappy skin spread over the boring, failed, liberal Democrats of the sixties. Hope and Change was nothing more than a repackaging of policies that have no right to be associated with hope or change.
Lefty politics are no longer the fringe and no matter if the voters knew it or not they carved lefty politics into stone. Bill Ayers became the system he once fought against. Sure, they still wear the earring and say “fuck” a lot to maintain street-cred among the academics, but now rock has taken sides — it is for the establishment. Same with journalism, the university and pop-culture. The left has become a cliché. They’re not “Arrested Development” they’re “Golden Girls” with a soul patch. Snore.
Now that the art nerds and punks just became the football jocks and prom queens, a new rebel is emerging from the wilderness. They are the new anti-establishment. One minority force bands together against every other branch of government swallowed by the Democrat octopus. The last evidence of a check or balance against the popular people are now the Conservative Republicans.
The arts have failed. They no longer keep mass culture in check with thought-provoking art that challenges the establishment. Now they’re in charge of spreading the mainstream mandate of the Liberal Vatican. There isn’t an original thought among them, just a thousand-mile stare, a blue logo and the drone-like vocabulary of emotive, vaguely inspiring chants.
We’re the new rebellion against the majority juggernaut that doesn’t take kindly to dissent. Make a fist and show them what happens when they tell you what to think, feel and believe.
Preach it, brother. I just gotta glom the pic accompanying this refreshing blast of true noncomformity and iconoclasm:
One of my all-time heroes — and conservatarian right to the very marrow. The King is dead, all right; long live the King!
(Via Insty)
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The artists, the hip, the rebels and the poets have now been employed in the service of the man and pushing his agenda...
I feel light, happy, carefree, and righteous...
Kinda like as hippy again...Only I bathe...And eat meat...And don't smoke grass anymore...And have a job...And don't expect others to provide my living...
Alright, so I'm no neo-hippy...
I'm an OUTLAW!
Tenured radicals. Milionaire hipsters. Academy trained iconoclasts. Get your corporate designed pre-packaged rebellion right here!
What a joke.