How Quickly They Forget
"Fire and whips, and other objectionable material..." - Tipper Gore, 1985, Senate Hearings on Pornography in the Music Industry
A while back, I mentioned that "the anti-gun, anti-fun, burn a book a day crowd whose narrow-minded perspective would have us believe that all people are incapable of free thought and that we only do what the books, TV, movies, and games tell us to do." (see "Kids' Games" on the Leftovers page)
Although literarily cute and journalistically fun, it is nevertheless an extraordinarily frightening and true statement regarding the collective mentality of the American public. This becomes even scarier at election time.
Take this year's presidential race. It seems that the music industry is beginning to align with the Gore campaign despite the Gores' well-documented stance on advocating censorship in the industry. It was a treat to watch Big Al stand there and thank them all while uttering an almost imperceptible, under his breath request that "we work together" to tone it down a bit.
I guess what's really funny about all this is that the Record Industry Association of America, or RIAA, seems to be gullible enough to buy into it! I mean, if you've ever listened to or read Tipper's zealous charge against the freedom of speech in the music industry, one must wonder where their children came from. I'm sure she must be on her knees every night beating her breast "mia culpa, mia culpa, mia culpa" for that shameless near-pornographic display at the convention when ol' Al laid that lip-lock on her!
What's NOT so funny is that it's politics as usual in the Democratic camp. Yeah, it is in the Republican camp as well, but this is truly a prime example of the mindless, bleating sheep, mob mentality of the American public being led to slaughter by the hypocrisy and politics of greed.
Think about it a minute. Here
is a man who has already demonstrated his willingness to compromise his
integrity by standing idly by while his boss made a mockery of America and the
Constitution of the United States. At least Spiro Agnew had the guts to quit as
Watergate unfolded. Who just sat back fat, dumb and happy, doing his master's
bidding while the Lincoln Bedroom was turned into a high-priced Motel Six for
high-rolling campaign contributors? While we're on the subject, let's reflect a
moment on the vice president's primary role as contribution solicitor for the
Democratic Party and the 72 House and Senate witnesses who have pleaded the 5th
Amendment and 17 witnesses who have fled the country to avoid testifying about
Democratic campaign fund raising. Then, as Clinton "handed over the
reigns" as the media put it, everyone lauded how Gore quickly worked to
distance himself from the very same man and administration to whom he has
whored himself to for the past eight years.
Come on, people! He was the
Number Two Man! The president's understudy! It's time to take your eyes off the
sheep ass in front of you and really examine just WHAT this man has learned
from his mentor over the last eight years.
Now here he and his lovely wife
are, courting all those nice people in the music world to get contributions and
votes. While the MTV generation "rocks the vote" because some band
plays at the Democratic National Convention, who will ultimately pay the price?
Now, on top of all this, the
Clinton (Remember him? He's still Gore's boss.) administration has just allowed
the tapping into of the nation's strategic oil reserves! As if to say,
"Top that, Georgie!" Gore is not so unlike his boss in his quest to
the top. Even at the expense of our already seriously damaged national
security, the democrats will continue to raze the military and the American
people turn a blind eye to reality and embrace the greed that will eventually
destroy our country. It took almost twelve years to undo the damage to American
credibility done by the Carter administration. How long will this repair job
take?
I don't know about you, but the
thought of another four -possibly eight- years of a democratic administration scares the bejeezus out of me.
Baaaaaaa, baaaaaaaaaa,
baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Mike