Mainstream conservatives are such pussies. When the left-liberal / multi-culti crowd says “Jump!” your main-con just wants to know how high.
We’ve had a nasty little example over Christmas. Some wits associated in some way I can’t be bothered to figure out with Human Events posted a spoof of the Christmas song “Feliz Navidad” on the Human Events website. You can hear the song and read the lyrics here, along with some leftist hyperventilating.
Jose Feliciano, who popularized the song, complained that the spoof was “racist” and so on. “I am revolted beyond words,” he said, at his song being used as “a vehicle for a political platform of racism and hate.”
Instead of telling Feliciano to go boil his head, the girlies at Human Events pulled the post and groveled. Score one for the multi-culti fanatics, intimidators, and speech code enforcers.
I’m up to here with this b-s about “hate.” There are supposed to be languages with only two color words, “black” and “white.” To express “blue” you have to say “white like the sky”; for “red” you say “black like blood”; and so on.
There is some similar lexical reduction being pressed on us by the multi-cultis, with no nameable attitudes to human groups, perhaps even to human individuals, other than “love” and “hate” — no “disapproval,” no “wary acceptance,” no “rather fond of,” no “grudging respect,” no “annoyance at being imposed upon,” no “get on with all right but wish they were better behaved.”
Political Correctness is, as several people have noticed, basically a campaign of enstupidation. It seeks to prevent us from noticing, talking about, thinking about, or — heaven forbid! — analysing features of the human world.
A good way to prevent us talking about things is to collapse complicated ideas down into single words with a strong emotional coloring. That’s what’s going on with the “hate” business.
In quite a long life, I am aware of having hated only half a dozen people, each one a person who had done me some definite wrong with malice aforethought. In cherishing that original, restricted use of the word “hate” I am, of course, hopelessly behind the times.
I’m not even sure that actual hate is inappropriate for foreigners who scoff at our laws. If someone breaks into my car and steals my iPod, I think I can legitimately hate that person. If someone breaks into my country and steals my job, my emergency-room care, my school places, my public utilities, my jail cells, why shouldn’t I hate that person? Probably I don’t, because the losses are at several removes from my everyday sense of possessing a thing; but I can’t see why I shouldn’t.
As for poking fun at foreigners in general and their habits, well, if that’s “hate,” then most of the things I’ve been laughing at most of my life are “hate.” Yet in fact it’s normal, natural, and harmless to make fun of peoples with different customs and languages. Human beings have been doing it for ever. Has our doing it contributed to history’s manifold inter-group outrages? I seriously doubt it. To the contrary, I think the attempt to stifle and shame ordinary, mild human responses is far more socially harmful, generating resentment against both the stiflers and the objects of our responses.
It sometimes seems as though one big goal of the leftist bullies is the stamping out of all humor. Making parodies of popular songs is a fun and harmless pastime. I’ve engaged in it myself now & then, and have used illegal immigration as one of my topics a couple of times: see here and here.
But I guess there is to be no laughter in the Left’s utopia — in that polished, perfected City of the Sun where everybody loves (or “loves”) everybody, with “loving” speech codes enforced by pursed-lipped schoolmarms and sneering commissars, their “conservative” poodles trotting along obediently at heel.
The left makes the social rules and enforces them; the right goes along meekly, with anguished, whining, sniveling apologies when the enforcers crack their whips.
And so we advance towards that City of the Sun, that Kingdom of Heaven on Earth … except that it is a mirage, and every attempt to reach it has ended with an ocean of tears and a mountain of corpses. Still we march on to the precipice, pretending that we are what we are not, and can become what we cannot become.
The death of mankind is not only a conceivable result of the triumph of socialism — it constitutes the goal of socialism.
— Op. Cit., p.285