Watching "So you think you can dance" got me thinking about facism. It seems one of the performers clad herself in a t-shirt offensive to the US Marines. The contestant in question and the host graciously and verbosely apologized to any and all individuals they may have offended. Don't worry my little bureaucrats, I'm on the case and tracking down the offending apparel and seeking out a second source. Their contrition and humility embiggened my heart while simultaneously conjuring images of the book burnings of Nazi Germany. Can we continue to stifle the artistic expression of our artists and their chosen regalia? At what price, particularly to the evolution of dance, does such sensitivity come? I can only imagine the outcry from the Marine community. Here they sit down to a relaxing evening of dance and their sensibilities are assaulted by the offensive iconography. No doubt many complained to the producers, and the rest is history.
My response? As Pastor Martin Niemöller once penned...
When the Nazis came for the communists,
I remained silent;
I was not a communist.
When they locked up the social democrats,
I remained silent;
I was not a social democrat.
When they came for the trade unionists,
I did not speak out;
I was not a trade unionist.
When they came for me,
there was no one left to speak out.
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if only marines fought for the rights of fascist figurants to fit out with freedom, then anarchists wouldn't be forced to mutilate molasses tanks into mushroom clouds, mr. bureaucrat.
is trash using alliteration again?
quite well.
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