Don’t Oppress My People With Your White-Ass Folk Music
In crushed-by-niche-culture news:
A mere £1,485,400, since you ask. A gnat’s eyelash. For an issue of such fundamental importance to the turning of the world.
Whew. I was getting worried there.
Obviously, activities that are chiefly indulged in by white people – in this case, folk singing – must be deemed suspect and found problematic with great urgency, and then probed for hidden wrongness. At taxpayer expense.
And all this scholarly rigour ain’t cheap:
And – and – a word-association game.
Those interviewed – and subjected to this no-doubt-gruelling test of word-association – included “36 women, 21 men, and 2 non-binary people.” The researchers thereby deduced that “male associations are more prevalent than female ones.” By which they mean, members of their tiny, rather incestuous sample were slightly more likely to mention Bob Dylan than Joan Baez. And to mention “beards” slightly more often than “long dresses with red trim.”
Also, the word guitar was mentioned more often than tin whistles.
It’s Earth-rumbling stuff. Heaving with import.
However, given the puny sample size, the researchers concede that “it is hard to draw conclusions” from their academic toil.
Presumably, this limitation will be more than compensated for with further “systemic reflections” on “various notions of Englishness.” By Higher Beings who wish to “decolonise” folk music, on account of its “white-centricity,” and whose motives and impartiality will therefore be utterly beyond reproach.
Update, via the comments:
Oh, I think it’s understood quite well, thank you. Along with the kinds of people to whom such things most typically appeal.
Except for the “white-centric” bit, obviously.
That will have to go.
And behind this mannered waffle is the weird implication that devotees of folk music are somehow, simply by existing, excluding racial minorities. Shooing them away. Though, again, details on this point are neither obvious nor forthcoming. Still, perhaps we can look forward to an academic interrogation of classic car shows in Nottinghamshire as some heinous bastion of “white-centricity.” Another item on the list of Things That Must Be Decolonised And Morally Corrected.
Different audiences. Not the audience it actually has, mind, the one it attracts, and which is arrived at via choice and musical inclination. No actual barriers to participation are specified, of course. But the audience is nonetheless all wrong, apparently.
Update 2:
Following the quip about British classic car shows as another potential target for pointless academics, commenters svh and asiaseen caution against giving such people ideas:
That’s this photograph here. Do feel free to grip the arms of your chair.
Having covered quite a few of these “decolonisation” efforts, which generally rely on a fig-leaf of widening access and removing barriers, it’s remarkable just how rarely any meaningful obstacle to access is actually mentioned. Typically, the humdrum is depicted as gruelling and somehow agonising, and motes are inflated to the size of boulders.
We were told, for instance, that racial minorities are being “deterred” from visiting the British countryside “due to deep-rooted, complex barriers.” Barriers such as the fact that rock-climbing instructors are usually white. And apparently this unremarkable state of affairs, in a white-majority country, is something that needs fixing.
Though it occurs to me that if a person with brown skin were being deterred from trying rock climbing by the fact that the instructor is likely to be white, then it seems somewhat unlikely that said person is interested in rock climbing to any significant extent. And a person deterred by such things may also want to reflect on their own racial assumptions. But we’re not supposed to mention those, at least not in an unflattering light.
The monstrous yet invisible forces preventing racial minorities from walking down country lanes also include “a lack of culturally appropriate provisions,” though, again, details as to what these culturally appropriate provisions might be, or indeed why they should be provided, seemingly at public expense, remain something of a mystery. Perhaps we should throw a few more millions at clown-shoe academics.
As I said in reply,
And likewise, were I to complain about being prevented from participating in some Korean cultural activity due to the number of Korean people I’d have to encounter while doing it, you might think me dubious in other ways. You might even wonder why I’d moved there in the first place.
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Crikey, three buttons. Use of which keeps this blog afloat.
Speaking of oppression, the Texas Rangers are at it again – no pride night!
Good lord, the pain must be unbearable – it is almost as if they are throwing alphabet people into gulags in fascist TeKKKsas…
So the team is as welcoming of gay people as anyone could wish, and employees volunteer for any number of causes deemed gay-friendly. But a decision not to have a Texas Rangers “Pride night” is nonetheless denounced as some major sin, an outrage, and a basis for pretentious public complaint.
As my dear departed grandma would say, fuck these whiny bitches.
But a decision not to have a Texas Rangers “Pride night” is nonetheless denounced as some major sin…
The Rangers are clearly heretics or worse for willfully violating the commandment.
Nothing holy about it. More the opposite. (But I do understand your sarcasm.)
I recall gay men and lesbians telling me just how deeply spiritual their casual hookups were. And expecting me to believe them (or at least not have the bad taste to challenge their lies.)
Fuck these depraved bitches.
With a prickly pear.
Now Tractor Supply Company has woke-n up.
Yep. This.
To paraphrase T. S. Eliot, and J. R. R. Tolkien,
Here we sit on the prickly pear, the prickly pear, the prickly pear.
Here we sit on the prickly pear at five o’clock in the morning.
In the land of Mordor where the shadows lie.
“I used to worry there’d be a civil war. Now I worry there won’t be.”
Laughed, not sorry:
Imagine the effort.
When working on your car always use jack stands and a pistol.
I don’t get it. Could you please explain it to a poor ignorant colonial?
As I said before, it’s easy to forget, or to not want to acknowledge, just how degenerate the degenerate can be.
It’s mainly a hair thing. And the mental juxtaposition of Princess Anne and Christopher Walken.
And the cigar.
See, when you try to explain these things, they tend to evaporate.
It’s mainly a hair thing.
Lest there be any doubts or further confusion…
Muldoon to the rescue. Good man.
I linked to that “incident” in the previous thread. But that’s okay as such crimes cannot be pointed out too often.
John Derbyshire’s version of “The Talk” is evergreen valuable advice:
Hear, hear!
It’s not like I needed an explanation, but it is gratifying. Thanks!
Auster, 2006
Auster, 2011
It’s the Doctor!
A favorite joke of liberals: “Paddle faster. I hear banjos.”
A very much better joke: “Drive faster. I hear rap music.”
Collusion?
What he said.
@Zay,
Please note that comments containing five or more links get intercepted by the spam filter. Which I only check once a day, unless steered towards it by a disgruntled commenter.
Indeed. If you oppose Islamic conquest and tyranny you will be called an “islamophobe” and (of course) a fascist. Because resisting real enemies is the very definition of fascism. (According to leftist Quislings.)
“Danger White people”
Mrs Mumford and Sons?
[ Contemplates the last 3 days of HOA neighbors from hell. ]
I think dinner will be improved by a glass of wine.
Indian bagpipes
One of the more amusing (and amazing) sights in my life was at a military tattoo in Muscat: A display by the Royal Oman Police bagpipe band, mounted on camels, each of which had a flashing blue light on its head. The Scots have a lot to answer for.
classic car shows in Nottinghamshire as some heinous bastion of “white-centricity.”
Not just “white-centricity”, but judging by the photograph, “white-male-centricity”.
Sshh. They’ll hear. And then contrive some problem that needs solving. At taxpayer expense.
Having covered quite a few of these “decolonisation” efforts, which generally rely on a fig-leaf of widening access and removing barriers, it’s remarkable just how rarely any meaningful obstacle to access is mentioned.
We were told, for instance, that racial minorities are being “deterred” from visiting the British countryside “due to deep-rooted, complex barriers.” Barriers such as the fact that rock-climbing instructors are usually white. And apparently this unremarkable state of affairs is something that needs fixing.
Though it occurs to me that if someone with brown skin feels deterred from rock-climbing by the fact that the instructor will probably be white, then I doubt that person actually wants to go rock climbing to any significant extent. And that person may also want to reflect on their own racial assumptions.
But we’re not supposed to mention those, at least not in an unflattering light.
As I said in reply,
And likewise, were I to complain about being prevented from participating in some Korean cultural activity due to the number of Korean people I’d have to encounter while doing it, you might think me dubious in other ways. You might even wonder why I’d moved there in the first place.
[ Post updated again. ]
This.
Well, it would seem to be an obvious objection to the premise, a line of thought one might explore. And yet…
I mean, if I moved to, say, South Korea and started bitching about how insufferably Korean everyone was, and about how all these goddamn Korean people were oppressing me with their ethnicity and their ways – as if my arrival among them should compel them to change their culture – then I would not be entirely surprised if the natives found me rude and ungrateful, and perhaps more trouble than I’m worth.
Yet this would seem to be the assumption, the ideal, among devotees of “decolonisation.”
I might even wish to encourage you to move back to where you came from. At speed.
despite enduring 24°C weather, with 60% humidity
Our hearts are bleeding for you having to endure such rugged conditions. It is 1830 here with 30C and 87% RH.
[ Faints. ]
[ Sits in garden, watches squirrels. ]
It’s going to peak here at 29C and 90% RH.
It’s very muggy and uncomfortable even when going out for a walk at 4:00am. By 10:00am it’s going to be unbearable, and yet that cannot stop our work crews. 🙁
Are those English squirrels or Jacobin squirrels?
How is whatever it is that deters someone with brown skin from rock-climbing by the fact that the instructor will probably be white much different from that which prevents us from mentioning these absurdities in an unflattering light?
Consider how many systems had to fail to put this person in this position.
[ sits in garden, plinks deer with airsoft gun ]
Sooner or later everyone comes around to helicopters.
BTW, we’ll see your Tennessee baseball thingy and raise you a Stanley Cup.
We were told, for instance, that racial minorities are being “deterred” from visiting the British countryside “due to deep-rooted, complex barriers.”
Related…
Shot
Chaser
[ Sips iced water, starts compiling Friday’s Ephemera. ]
[ Sips iced water, starts compiling Friday’s Ephemera. ]
Scene of David contemplating squirrels with his punkah wallah while a henchlesbian trims toenails.
The resemblance is uncanny.
It would be great fun to see the ‘fat activist’ wankers take up rock-climbing.
27°C with 85% humidity at 7:53 am CDT. The forecast calls for 37°C.
They’re grey.
Used ‘expeditiously’ correctly so there’s that.
But it’s such a peculiar implication – the idea that large numbers of keen but frustrated brown people would be inhibited from trying out rock climbing because of some supposed fear that the instructor would likely be white. Ditto attending a folk music gig, or a classic car show, or just visiting the countryside.
It does seem to be an improbable level of fragility. And yet it’s implied frequently, as some kind of default.
The fragility seems imposed, manufactured by those looking to enhance their standing in a social caste where credibility is based on fabrication.
Today in Racism™…
Mainly the imagined to be sure.
I love my Texas Rangers even more now. Good on them for not caving. They didn’t last year either. I’m with David’s dear granny on this one, and with aefheld on the prickly pear.
And from this:
Presumably, these East Asian people – and the Indian and Pakistani people, and the black families I’ve seen – are just being uncommonly heroic. Clutching their coats against the Cold Winds Of Whiteness, amid which those damnable crackers are hoping to sell them lunch, or a beer, or ice cream.
Consider how many systems had to fail to put this person in this position.
The system is working exactly as intended.
Good lord, the pain must be unbearable
You think you’re joking, but you’re not.
Dastards!
Cold Winds Of Whiteness
Band Name
This seems insane even by today’s evanescing standards.
You think you’re joking, but you’re not.
Must start a “Canada is no longer a serious country” category and number them much like David numbers the retail experience. I think we’re already into the hundreds this year alone.
Not entirely unrelated.
Time to ask the manufacturers of Cracker Jack® to stop including doctorates as a free prize.
Dr Sophie Lewis has been mentioned here before. In suitably unsympathetic terms.
[ Adds ice to drink. ]
The pain is palpable.
But on the other hand, feel the joy.
We could do to academia what Elon Musk did to Twitter staffing and the result would be improvement in all dimensions.
[ Adds more ice to drink, considers fridge-chilled chocolate bar. ]
You mean the sabotage is working as intended. Our systems used to work pretty well.
And that couldn’t be allowed to stand.
Cue up Cathy Newman voice: “So what you’re saying is, they’re prole squirrels?”
Better satire: “So what you’re saying is, you don’t like black squirrels?”
For those who missed the reference.
And the lying cunt is still employed by Channel 4 News. Which tells us what Channel 4 is.
Is this the face that launched a thousand memes and burned the topless towers of progressivism?
Easy solution: Two in each prison cell.
WTP,
Do deer make a “plink” sound when struck by airsoft pellets?
I have a doubt.
[ Photoshop of deer in plate armor ]
TV mini series name. Something starring Richard Chaimberlain, Ali MacGraw, and Peter Strauss. Based on a novel by Tom Clancy.
Added: And cameo by Richard Burton, for reasons that escape me at the moment.
The Winds of Whiteness by Herman Wouk
Well to be truly sporting, you aim for the teeth.
And cameo by Richard Burton, for reasons that escape me at the moment
For his voice, if nothing else. In my distant yoof I saw him in a stage production of Under Milk Wood, magical just to listen to, let alone watch
Those are the treacherous, colonizing Jacobin squirrels. Very different from the patriotic English red squirrels.
One Narrative to rule them all,
One Narrative to find them,
One Narrative to bring them all
And in the darkness bind them,
In the land of Soros where the Maddows lie.
The pain is palpable.
Damn. Kinda puts the lie to the whole “reversible” schtick. But my scientist mind wants to know – what would happen if he took testosterone HRT? The same a$$holes who did this to him also say giving testosterone to a girl turns her into a man, and there’s a female detransitioner who has been featured here who has become permanently masculinzed, in voice and maybe hair growth.
I have a feeling there will be more regret down the line with these poor people. Enough do and the trans mafia won’t be able to discredit them all. I guess the tide is turning in Europe but in North America they still have a chokehold on the culture.
The countryside: when I lived in South Carolina, there was a substantial black population that lived IN THE WOODS. That is surrounded by trees, down a dirt track. The went fishing for sustenance. It would never occur to them to visit the countryside because that is where they lived.
Also in SC, one summer we had 40 days above 100F and 15 days in a row. Brutal. By 9am my kids wanted to come inside or go swimming.
It’s actually not hard to imagine confident black people striding onto the scene like they own the place and doing whatever the hell they want. You know, like climbing the rocks, because black people are famously awkward at physical activities and are hesitant even to try.
How do we rid ourselves of these tedious academics? I mean, look at this tripe.
Well, the number of relevant things about which they’ve chosen not to think is quite striking, as are the begged questions and the wearying predictability of their assumptions and conclusions, such as they are. There’s an air of predestination.
I mean, I don’t think the post above includes any obscure or radically new information. It’s pretty obvious stuff – the kinds of things one might wish to consider. If one were being honest.
And yet.
“In this relational ethnography, we write as two white afab genderqueer/trans parents”
Do they refer to each other as Edina and Patsy?
Fake scholars doing fake research on a fake problem.
Well, again, it’s worth noting just how often, how routinely, these sweeping claims of exclusion and injustice are balanced, rather unsteadily, on crumbs and contrivance, begged questions, and on flimsy anecdotes – one person’s claim of a look that was construed as being insufficiently friendly, for instance. Or a Muhammadan woman who “felt so out of place” in Glen Coe because she didn’t see anyone else wearing a shroud and praying incongruously halfway up a mountain.
You’d think embarrassment would kick in. But no.
How deep must a cellar be to escape the summer heat, I wonder. One basement level, with thick concrete walls and floor, might be enough.
Endless public mockery and humiliation might help.
Squirrels-on-lawn update:
All is well.
All is well.
They would like you to think so.
They are gray squirrels.
Gray.
[ Clicks link. ]
I guess I can now look forward to lots of UFO nuttery in my newsfeed and video recommendations.
Curse you, Muldoon.
We can’t know if they’re alien gray squirrels until David gets abducted and probed.