"Nature abhors a vacuum cleaner salesman."
Pablo Smog

People have taken to the streets of the world en masse to protest the suppression of the arts by musico-terrorists, artless, warbling pawns whose stylistic waffling between corporate-sponsored degenerate wallowing and over-emotive maudlin pap has terrorized the world for decades.  "Pap fatigue" has finally set in.  Young people worldwide are demanding the immediate resignation of their musical leaders, so that people can learn to write about topics that are real, and play and sing real instruments again.

Recently, in Pablo Smog City, mobs of angry young music pirates set fire to The Plaza of the Radical Piano, a popular meeting place for many real musicians over the years.  According to the rioters, The Plaza of the Radical Piano has been over-run by Disslamic musicoterrorists, Illuminati Ayatollahs who have constructed a poster of Taylor Swift in the middle of the plaza, a giant, 2-dimensional idol from which they throw many real singers and songwriters to their deaths.

It is a tuneless, gruesome sight.

Diss-lam is a sect of Artless Islam that specializes in dissing its musical enemies.  The tenets of Disslam have evolved over the years; where Disslamists once engaged in direct, honorable conflict on the battlefield of sonic dissent, they now encourage the promotion of degenerate anti-culture and postmodern narcissistic swill to their enemies in a subversive, musically-cowardly manner.  In time, it is believed the enemies of Disslam will be conditioned to eventually diss themselves.  Once the enemies of fake, corporate anti-art are infected with the diss, Disslamists can install their puppet singers into positions of prominence.  Usually, a really big poster in the middle of town.

Fortunately, the pirates are establishing a musical autocracy to displace the Marxist, Disslamist regime.

They just don't know it yet.

Nature abhors a vacuum cleaner salesman, and many autocrats and cultural warlords have been playing 2D chess in cheap tents on the sidewalk for many years, in an attempt to seize control of the artless wasteland which is begging to be conquered and destroyed by someone who can actually play and sing.  While the musical rioters believe their movement is organic, in fact they are being used by benevolent actors behind the scenes to create a Pabloestado, a sovereign musical autocracy ruled by Pablo Smog.

Here is a screenshot from the dystopian spaghetti documentary, Children of Piano Players, which depicts the descent of a once-vibrant and interesting culture into Disslamic pop nihilism.  The film depicts the rise of the Pabloestado, a musical dictatorship in which everybody will be forced to take piano lessons until they realize it isn't a hobby.  Anyone caught skipping their piano lessons will have their rations reduced and be subject to crippling fines.

Horrific, but better.

In adherence to the tenets of the Declaration of Cultural Autocracy established by Pablo Smog in 2021, all Disslamic militants must take their piano lessons while being flogged in the Plaza of the Radical Piano, and all Disslamic artifacts must be destroyed.

According to the Declaration:

In this era of fake demonic idiot-pop, monosyllabic children's strip-club music, retro-progressive cultural devolutionism, and Kanye West, I have decided to secede from the Union and declare myself the warlord of a cultural banana republic.  I hereby shred the DECLARATION OF CO-DEPENDENCE and COMMUNITY-THINK, and remind everyone that the fight between COLLECT-IVISM and INDIVIDUALISM has never been more important.  Support your local one-man band/self-appointed cultural autocrat today.  Like/Loop/Repeat....

Fortunately, victory for the resistance is assured.  Many Pablocorridos have already been written in honor of our benevolent overlord, and his de-sassination has already been predicted in an as-yet-unwritten episode of The Simpsons.  A bunch of women even marched through Paris wearing elf hats emblematic of Disslamic oppression and pushing shopping carts full of consumerist, pro-natalist symbolism.  Dubbed "A Day Without A Musician," the women thought they were marching in solidarity with the Marxist Disslamists against their own culture, but in fact they were establishing a Pabloestado deep in the Disslamic heart of France, where public floggings at the piano are needed most.

Thanks, ladies.

So, take heart.  The future is bright.  The Disslamists have overplayed their hand, and the Pabloestado has begun to rise, worldwide.

Oh beautiful city, wherefore thy insecurity? 

Who told you you were fat? 

What ignorant, disembodied fist diagnosed New York City as a masochist?

Is this London and lyme?

Paris & purge?

Reclaim thine artistic purity, thy musical demiurge.

Cast not away thy birthright of civilized light. 

Is it not your blood on the throne? 

Your own retro heritage,

Your privilege to fight?

Take a lesson from the formerly-great city of Dust Pablo, which fell to Disslamic nihilism in the 4th Century A.B.C. 

From the article Dust Pablo:

Before smug, power-tripping old men used gay Palestinians to subjugate the region, there were fashion shows and singers.  Urban reconstruction.  Filmmakers and the vote. 

Then the gay, Islamic revolution hit.  A bunch of dogmatic, insecure thinking-phobes flooded the streets of Dust Pablo, demanding an end to free artistic expression, individual rights, and the visibility of women.  Clerics of the cult of Ayatollah Swift marched on the offices of the Dust Pablo Free Press demanding adherence to the precepts of ideological hypocrisy, tuneless idolatry, and Shee-it Islam.

Don't let it happen to you.  Establish a Pabloestado in your municipality today.  You can thank me later.  But Zelle donations are always appreciated now.  Send them to me at [email protected]

Thanks for glistening,
Pablo Smog