Robert Frederick Zenon Geldof, KBE once said: “The Politically Correct are the Nazis of our time.” Never has it been more true than 2020. I blame the orange orangutan in the White House. Sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I happen to be very fond of orangutans. Anyway…
Since “he whose name I refuse to say” (because #hwnirts loves to hear the sound of it, apparently) became POTUS, he says such outrageous things that Twitter and Facebook have found it necessary to censor his comments (which are hate filled and untrue to a shocking degree). Now I kinda approve of this. EXCEPT…. this censorship has extended to the rest of us. Some of it is justified (mainly because the followers of #hwnirts have taken his hate to heart and use it as a reason to be public with their own), but a large percentage is the PC Police abusing their power.
I recently went to Facebook Jail because I posted some article which had a photo of #hwnirts with his arm raised and extended (in a manner historically reminiscent of WW2 and NO I am not old enough to have lived it LOL) and over it I said, “Sieg Heil”. I still don’t understand WHY I was sent to jail. All it means is hail victory. Is the German language now banned? Or just certain phrases? And Lord knows I have compared #hwnirts to a Nazi dozens of time in the past. But the PC Cop on duty that particular day decided I was using “hate speech”. So just as in life, it all depends on the cop on duty on the given day. Do they understand things like comedy, sarcasm, or irony?
A blatant example of PC Police excess predates #hwnirts. Every year at this time, some radio station bans the playing of Fairytale of New York. (My personal favourite Christmas Carol. Well, it is not my favourite, really, it is the ONLY one that I like.) All over one word. Which is presumably being spoken by a drunk in jail. And if anyone can speak with authority to the topic of what one might say while drunk or under the influence of drugs, it is Shane Patrick Lysaght Macgowan. (Amongst my friends who are gay, this is a favourite carol as well. I checked.) Anyway, once again this year a radio station banned the song. I posted the article about the banning. In turn, to honour the carol we love, my son posted the lyrics. Yup, he is currently residing in Facebook Jail.
So I am about to test whether WordPress has a PC Police Department of its own. (This one is for you Tony Shannon)
Fairytale of New York
Song by The Pogues
It was Christmas Eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, won’t see another one
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you
Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I’ve got a feeling
This year’s for me and you
So happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true
They’ve got cars big as bars
They’ve got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
It’s no place for the old
When you first took my hand
On a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me
Broadway was waiting for me
You were handsome
You were pretty
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night
The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day
You’re a bum
You’re a punk
You’re an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God it’s our last
The boys of the NYPD choir
Still singing Galway Bay
And the bells are ringing out
For Christmas day
I could have been someone
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can’t make it all alone
I’ve built my dreams around you
The boys of the NYPD choir
Still singing Galway Bay
And the bells are ringing out
For Christmas day
Kate Eileen Shannon 