Little Harmony, Plenty Colon
Attention, music lovers. Charlotte Gill brings thrilling news:
Naturally, all this healing and coexistence, all this righteousness and resistance, necessitates certain rules, indeed a manifesto:
As Ms Gill observes, one eyebrow slightly raised:
Ah, but, you see, it’s “the radical act of collective song.” The “radical act of joy.” And the radical act of shunning white people as some kind of moral contaminant. How the time must fly.
Readers intrigued by the prospect of shaping the tapestry of their collective sound, via “somatic practice,” “singing and healing together,” and “co-creating an anthem,” can savour the results of all this radicalism below:
This is what a “Decolonise Choir” looks and sounds like. Find out more in my new piece 🚨🦄 🌈 💰 🌹 https://t.co/gFm6yv2QKo pic.twitter.com/pSaI9301Sx
— Woke Waste 💰🦄 (@WokeWaste) July 25, 2024
You may now resume your humdrum, dreary, non-decolonised lives.
Update, via the comments:
Nikw211 asks, not unreasonably,
And so what is this act of joy an act of resistance against?
Certainly not the subsidised community spaces they rehearse in… Or the Arts Council England, Local Council or Mayoral grant funded Tara Theatre they perform in.
Indeed. It’s a head-scratcher.
However, as the only racial group being explicitly excluded is Old Whitey, the obvious inference is that the cause of all this alleged misery and “trauma” is the party being excluded. As if the mere proximity of People Of Pallor would inhibit and befoul any creative endeavour, any glimmer of “joy.” Given the minority status of white people in London, it seems a bit much. And ever so slightly ungrateful.
And it is, I think, worth noting that the nation’s capital, where these dramas of “resistance” unfold, has in my lifetime gone from a native white-majority city, over 90%, to a native white-minority one, around 35%. Yet it would seem that even this dramatically downsized white devil population is, for some, still too burdensome and oppressive.
A cause of “collective trauma.”
So a room full of racists who can’t sing?
And who, it would seem, struggle with the concept of tempo.
But hey, feel the radicalism.
I’m trying to imagine being totally okay with attending a recreational event, a supposedly righteous event, that explicitly bans participants of a certain race. While boasting of how inclusive it is. Of how “discrimination has no place here.”
This one’s a little more tuneful:
But no white devils, mind. We’ll have none of that.
The cringe is off the charts.
Inclusion: It’s not for everyone.
Soon to be a major motion picture! Mouse to produce.
I don’t think I’d make a very good progressive. The required tolerance of contradiction would be difficult to sustain.
Just listening to that dropped my IQ by 10 points. Thanks a lot.
No refunds. Credit note only.
All are included, but some are more included than others.
What are they supposed to be ‘healing’ from? What’s causing this ‘collective trauma’…?
Hmmm.
Who is making them so miserable that they need to seek joy in a city in which the majority of the population is the Global Majority and a minority the Global Minority?
And so what is this act of joy an act of resistance against?
Certainly not the subsidised community spaces they rehearse in.
Or the social media platform they use to promote their work – what with Instagram being the creation of two white colonisers who sold it for a billion dollars to the company owned by another white coloniser.
Or the Arts Council England, Local Council or Mayoral grant funded Tara Theatre they perform in.
Awareness of their own mediocrity.
Lift every voice and squawk.
See, this is why they won’t let The Likes Of You in there.
It’s worth noting that the nation’s capital, where these dramas unfold, has in my lifetime gone from a native white-majority city, over 90%, to a native white-minority one, around 35%. Yet it would seem that even this dramatically downsized white devil population is, for some, still too burdensome and oppressive. A cause of “collective trauma.”
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Tempo and pitch.
‘ello, ‘ello, ‘ello – what’s all this then? A ukulele? Even if she was Hawaiian, ukes where introduced to Hawaii by Portuguese (who invented the things) sailors, and the things are classed with lutes, another invention of yte devils.
Sounds like she is doing a whole lot of colonization and appropriation her own self.
Meanwhile, Jake Shimabukuro shows us ukulele music doesn’t have to suck, and an interesting Hendrix cover
Meanwhile, we can see just how well the drive to ‘decolonise rambling’ and ensure the countryside is suitably diverse is going as the Peak District enjoys some enrichment.
Heh. I think I know someone who lives near the Peak District.
In twenty years of visiting the place, I’ve never seen so much as a quarrel over parking.
Not sure where I ran across this late yesterday but your BBC and Eurosport announcers need to stop being such sexist pricks. Thank God they caught this guy and fired him before he could do any more harm. Imagine! People like him probably believe women have a tendency to be hysterical ninnies and make mountains out of molehills as well!
Plenty Colon.
The diminution of their tax-payer provided subventions?
Rhyme and meter are right out too.
It’s hard not to see the thing as vaguely insulting. I mean, the only racial group being explicitly excluded is Old Whitey. The obvious inference being that the cause of all this alleged misery and “trauma” is the party being so pointedly excluded. As if the mere proximity of People Of Pallor would inhibit and befoul any creative endeavour, any glimmer of “joy.”
Given the minority status of white people in London, it seems a bit much. And ever so slightly ungrateful.
Here, for comparison, is some colonized choir.
https://youtu.be/1Rf3WK_IJ1g?si=FSwHvfZCHj47pH1-
They won’t be happy ’til it resembles the slums of Caracas. Then they’ll blame the squalor on some variant of white patriarchal colonialism and move on to their next target.
Trashing peoples’ careers because of harmless jokes is bound to lead to our peaceful, genderless Utopia. What could go wrong?
You have to admit J. S. Bach is a pretty serious rebuke to these talentless crows.
Hells, so is P. D. Q. Bach.
And in these whiners of color we have the apotheosis of Eine Kleine Nichtmusik.
Here, for comparison, is some colonized choir.
Meanwhile, where there actually was colonization and an absence of talentless crows…
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See, this place is so modern and interactive. It’s all terribly exciting.
Interactive: David hands out bar snacks and we refrain from eating them.
If it moves off the plate on its own is it really a snack?
Does the decolonised choir sing about decolonised flora?
As Canada’s populations trends ever more…dusky, I’ve noticed an increase in black people saying outright that black people can’t be racist. Leaving aside the fact that Canada was the end of the underground railroad and has never had enough black people to have any “systemic”, “institutionalized” racism for a moment, these people aren’t even aware of the “black people can’t be racists because racism is privilege + power[1] and black people have neither” argument. They just take it a priori that “black people can’t be racists”. Just ’cause.
The fun part, for me, is pressing them on details of any actual racism, however minor, they’ve suffered in their young lives while on Canadian soil. The perpetrator is always desi, Arab, or southeast Asian. The look on their faces when I ask them “So you’re saying a white person has never been racist to you? Ever?” is entertaining.
[1] the Humpty Dumpy definition
In US cities that are black majority, with black city council, mayor and police chief (e.g., Baltimore, Detroit) utopia has not ensued, neither in an almost entirely black “decolonized” country, Haiti. The resentment is that it takes work to take advantage of your opportunities. How dare reality require work?
Of course, if the Decolonise Choir ladies are trying to get the hell away from these white people, I’d be willing to cut them some slack.
In some parts of the world that makes it a delicacy. 🙁
I see a lot of talk about punk. Funny, I was listening to The Exploited just yesterday and I’m not hearing any similarities.
Previously and related:
Yet much howling ensues.
Such that we’re expected to believe that would-be botanists and biologists are in some way being psychologically injured by the fact that much of the “flora of New Caledonia” is “named after a man.”
Continuing my thought: people will pay real money to see and hear The Exploited (seeing them myself in October). Not so much here.
speaking of money: sorry I’m a bit late. Ping!
All pings are good pings. And bless you, sir. May you not be assailed with 20 minutes of squirrel barking and magpie rattling every time a cat strolls across your lawn.
Interestingly, black church choirs in the US are quite good, but again, they are “church” choirs, something Marxists can’t abide.
And those silly black church people pick choir members on the basis of their singing ability. What a crazy idea.
It is so much easier in life to be a grifter, covering up your lack of effort with anger and slander. So. Much. Easier.
And yet somehow joining a protest where you are surrounded by mass produced revolutionary communist placards does not make you a communist. Or so my liberal friends insist.
No act of joy is worth committing unless it’s radical.
If they are it’s because they’re being told to be.
The mere proximity of pallor often leads to encounters with more highly skilled singers and choirs. Such encounters don’t result in feelings of awe and jealousy with resulting desires to work harder and develop better skills. The common results are offense and envy that other people might be better rewarded because of better skills.
“Don’t hate the player, hate the game.” These people hate the players so they try to change the game.
You don’t want to listen to good music, You’re a bad person if you don’t want to listen to ‘diverse’ singers.
You don’t want to live in a safe and sociable neighborhood. You’re a bad person if you don’t let the dregs of the world move in next door.
You don’t want to celebrate excellence in human performance. You’re a bad person if you don’t let us mock your religion and accept men can be women.
You don’t want a competent and accountable government. You’re a bad person if you don’t elect a black person and then expect her not to be corrupt and incompetent.
You don’t get to leverage your intelligence and conscientiousness. You’re a bad person for having a long term memory, low time preference, and noticing patterns.
If it moves off the plate on its own it’s likely to be a snuck
[ From behind bar, a bin liner rustles. ]
[ Positions browning, partly-peeled banana under spotlight. ]
[ Adds label: “First Prize.” ]
[ Banana-browning intensifies. ]
These radicals, singing this joy on endless loop, got me past my darkest hour.
I’ve got a tenner that says they’re mostly traumatized by an abusive childhood but they’re projecting the source of their pain on Society rather than dealing with it constructively. I’ll also proffer another tenner that a goodly amount of them are no longer able to deal with their trauma, because it’s crystalized into a Cluster B personality disorder.
Methinks I spotted some people of pallor in that second vid. The chick in the foreground has reddish hair (could be dyed) and there’s a bloke in the background near the wall.
Here’s Mommy! Yes, she’s doing a bit, but her message is in earnest. Her TikTok channel features the “gentle parenting” mode she picked up from teaching preschoolers. Her schtick is that she “gentle parents” those obstreperous right wingers into formulating the Correct Ideas and taking the Right Actions.
IOW, she shares the same condescension of her class for regular people.
And here is MKH’s epic response.
the “gentle parenting” mode she picked up from teaching preschoolers
I’ve noticed a lot of preschool and elementary teachers seem to undergo an intellectual degradation over time where they lose the ability to interact with other adults as adults. They treat everyone else like their students and have a childlike demeanour themselves.
I feel this.
And she manages to be weirdly aggravating in so many different ways.
“Affectionately known.”
Again, it’s a bit, where she’s trying to be annoying and cloying and stuff. And yet there’s something beyond the bit, as if half of it were in earnest.
A little too on the nose if you already suspect Devouring Mother archetypes from that crowd.
In a confined space with such a creature, I don’t think things would go well.
I mean, it’s not clear to me how one might actually communicate with such a creature, someone so far gone. At least, in a way that isn’t pretence. The dishonesty and question-begging is so dense, so practised and entrenched, that there’s no obvious way in to a realistic exchange.
Regarding the above, Evan the communist issues a challenge.
And she manages to be weirdly aggravating in so many different ways.
I am thinking of ways to use that picture. It NEEDS to be used a meme in some way.
[ With mouth full ] Fmeak for yourfelf!
Trust me, there was nothing living in that bowl.
Nothing visible to the naked eye at any rate.
[ Awards first prize to Nikw211. ]
Not that this will be news to anyone at the bar, but the prerequisite for activism of this type is the ability to believe both a thing and the opposite of that thing without suffering the slightest bit in terms of embarrassment or cognitive discomfort.
To suffer embarrassment, they would need to hold a moral imperative more complex than winning at all costs is all that matters.
To suffer cognitive discomfort, they would need to be honest and sincere – two qualities that would be a serious impediment to their activism.
Not that I expect that to be news to anyone in this joint.
Hurrah for me!
I may even be encouraged to pay off the running tab now.
European though I am, I love the USA, have friends living there and have and visited several times.
That said, the particular neuroses around race that afflicts the USA has spread over many parts of the world with a virulence that is alarming to us – in Canada, evidently, in Britain, Europe, Australia, and elsewhere – and utterly baffling to people not yet afflicted, such as the Russians or the Chinese.
I don’t deny that there was historic racism in Britain and Europe or that there are racists – real ones I mean – who exist now. But the European experience of racism is – or at least was – completely different from that in the US.
Yet here we are.
Heh.
Hold that thought.
[ Resumes typing next post. ]
There you go.
Bless you, sir. Should you require sunblock for an impending outing, may the use-by date on the sunblock you’ve unearthed not have long-since faded into illegibility, thereby throwing into question its effectiveness.
Have you noticed a similar pattern with social workers?
Here, try this broad spectrum antibiotic.
I have read that even in the Victorian era and earlier, British racism manifested only in a sense of natural superiority* but not in actual malevolence or mistreatment: People of any race could prosper, knowing they would not be treated unjustly.
* And of course people of every region of Britain regarded themselves as superior to every other region.
Is he talking about the “Liberal white women are the worst…” comment or the video it referenced?
I think we should separate the online advocacy of racism versus the real world experience in the U.S.
For example, when I read about racism in the National Parks, and the Fear of going to outdoor spots by POCs, I’m reminded of visiting the beach at Lake Erie on summer day. There, on the shore where (in my imagination) Indians spent the day with their families, I saw people of many races sharing the experience. They were families, and their kids did all the things kids did while the parents snacked and sat on the beach and enjoyed the day.
Even more interesting (to me), was when the wife and I stopped at a roadside diner on Route 30 in Pennsylvania, between Lancaster and Gap. Amish country. The supposed heartland of People of Pallor. And crammed in that dinner eating breakfast was a United Nations of diners. And if you closed your eyes, you had no idea you were witnessing anything special. Just Americans eating large American breakfasts.
Unsurprising. Anything with even a rudimentary survival instinct would have headed for less violently illuminated environs.
[ Partly unpeels another fatigued-looking banana, positions it under heat lamp. ]
There, on the shore where (in my imagination) Indians spent the day with their families,
You don’t have to use your imagination for this. India Indians pooping on the beach. Welcome to the Great
WhiteBrown North.No. It’s dinner, If you can keep it. What’s happened to those hunter-gatherer instincts?
Re that Peak District enrichment process, I was fascinated by the authorities making the customary request to ID the perps, since the instant inference is, “It’s a Trap!” Do it and instantly be branded for life as Racisss!