Why do we even bother talking about them?
Easy. It’s fun pointing our fingers at the little bleached bimbos, laughing at their misery and mocking their moronitude beyond all decency. Like when they say “patriotism? Who needs it?” (link thanks to LC Russ Vaughn)
When Maines made her comment on March 10 2003, 10 days before Operation Iraqi Freedom unleashed “shock and awe” over Baghdad, the Dixie Chicks were probably the biggest act in country music. Yet within days, their music vanished from the charts and the airwaves, apoplectic rednecks crushed piles of their CDs with tractors, and the FBI was feverishly monitoring death threats against the trio. It was the most heinous pop-star outrage since Ozzy Osbourne urinated on the Alamo.
“The reaction was as if Natalie had said ‘Death to the President’ or something,” says violinist and vocalist Maguire.
Or maybe it was as if she’d stood up in the middle of a war, on stage, on foreign soil, taking a dump all over her Commander-in-Chief and proclaiming that she was ashamed to even be from the same State as he. All to please and pander to the EUroweenie crowd, of course. In other words, the reaction was one of utter disgust.
“It was the bullying and the scare factor,” shudders banjo and guitar player Robison. “It was like the McCarthy days, and it was almost like the country was unrecognisable.”
The McCarthy days that Robison remembers so very well, having not even been born then. But hey, it’s something that her liberal friends like to scream and bellow every time anybody disagrees with them, so it must be true. Like some secret moonbat mantra or something, right? Whenever a liberal has been babbling for a while, I invariably get the urge to offer them a cracker for some reason.
“McCarthy!” “Squashing of dissent!” “Waaaaah!”
In Iraq, the Iraq that existed before the President that the Ditzy Twits are so ashamed of gave the order to stop the genocide, “squashing of dissent” meant throwing people into plastic shredders, raping little girls to death and feeding their corpses to the dogs etc. etc., so pardon me if the fact that nobody wants to buy your junk anymore fails to make the needle on my Sympathy Meter twitch.
The Chicks can’t hide their disgust at the lack of support they received from other country performers.
Sure. It’s their sacred duty to commit career suicide and piss on their nation’s flag just because you do.
“A lot of artists cashed in on being against what we said or what we stood for because that was promoting their career, which was a horrible thing to do,” says Robison.
Sure. Everything those other artists who stood by their nation in times of war were just doing it to protect their careers because, obviously, they couldn’t possibly disagree with you silly cows, seeing as how you’re infallible and all. Once again it’s proven: Talent is inversely proportional to ego. The less of the former, the more of the latter.
“A lot of pandering started going on, and you’d see soldiers and the American flag in every video. It became a sickening display of ultra-patriotism.”
Pandering? Well, you are an authority on the subject, considering how you could barely wait to get out of the country to pander to the EUroweasels. And nothing sums you airheaded poodles up better than the fact that you find patriotism sickening. Not as sickening as we find the fact that you have U.S. passports, but such is life. It doesn’t always make sense.
“The entire country may disagree with me, but I don’t understand the necessity for patriotism,” Maines resumes, through gritted teeth. “Why do you have to be a patriot? About what? This land is our land? Why? You can like where you live and like your life, but as for loving the whole country… I don’t see why people care about patriotism.”
What can one possibly add to that? It’s basically self-Fisking.
“Sure, we like our lives and we like the place we live, but why should we stand up for it when it’s attacked? It’s not like it required actual sacrifice or hard work to create it in the first place, nor is it going anywhere. It’s just something that we’re entitled to and will always have.”
The “ME!” generation in a nutshell.
Completely and utterly useless, a total waste of DNA, a bunch of lazy, self-centred cowards that could die off tomorrow and nobody would notice that they were gone. They don’t contribute, all they do is demand.