Everyone knows it’s Cindy!
Writing by treason on Monday, 26 of September , 2005 at 10:33 pm
I damned near crashed the car on Friday when Rush debuted the new Paul Shanklin parody of The Association’s Windy.
Who’s flaming out and can’t get arrested
Who blamed the Jews for starting the war
Used by the left to capture the moment
Everyone knows it’s Cindy
Who’s on a bus to come to your city
Whining to everybody she sees
Who never ever gets a tough question
Everyone knows it’s Cindy
There are liberal versions of the song, too, but I’m not sure they’re as amusing. Frankly, conservative humor is funnier. It’s like SNL. Saturday Night Live is - have you watched it lately? - dreadful. It’s like they’re still stuck on drug humor, and everyone knows that drug humor is only funny if you’re on drugs.
It reminds me of the time I made the mistake of going on a road trip to Colorado with a bunch of coworkers. I was coming down with TB or something and I chose not to drink on the trip. Bad choice. We all shared one hotel room and the room was on my credit card. And I was the only sober person there. It was not amusing.
It’s why I watch Public Access and Free Speech TV, and surf Leftist sites. If I read National Review exclusively, I’d be having way too much fun. People need to suffer, so I surf.
I recently landed on a leftist t-shirt site. “Bush is a biggot.” Biggot? Is that left wing code? An inside joke? A new word? I know there’s a word that’s similar, but it has only one “g.” What is a biggot? Should I feel stupid now because I don’t get it? Did they misspell it intentionally, thinking that red state people would be able to understand it because they think bigot is biggot?
I’m spending way too much time on this, I thought. Then I saw another shirt:
Karl Rove — The Voice of Treason!
There’s a bumpersticker, too. I might have to have that and edit it a bit. “Karl Rove killed my kittens” was a little too disturbing, so I kept surfing.
To balance the anti-war rally and the anti-Bush film on Public Access (It was a long video of a bumpy drive through the northern part of the state with a voice-over endlessly explaining that Bush and his patriarchal regime was going to mean the end of civilization as we know it. This is not art, I told myself. Not even good political commentary. This is just damned bad filmmaking.), I watched a bit of the Move America Forward rally. I landed on it, thinking it was still the A.N.S.W.E.R. rally, and wondered why everyone was suddenly more articulate, better groomed, and not shouting. Different rally!
There was a band (The Right Brothers) that played a very catchy tune - “Bush Was Right!” - and then they all said thank you, picked up any trash on the ground, and went quietly home. Red state people.
Just when I thought it couldn’t get better, C-SPAN aired a debate. George Galloway v. Christopher Hitchens. Ohmigod! It was like Gore Vidal and Bill Buckley all over again! I was riveted.
Hitchens kept reminding the Baruch College audience to not be so quick to applaud Galloway’s statements. “You’re on TV. There’s a camera. Your parents might be watching this.”
It might have gone right over their heads. What he was gently reminding them of was that one day they would grow up and remember that there was a time when they were on the wrong side of the issues and they would feel embarrassed. Maybe even guilty.
I, too, was young once. It happens to the best of us.
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