"There’s a blue eyed devil man
Thinks he’s king of the world
But he cannot buy our soul"
Lila Downs

The most tiresome, obvious problem with people who like to pretend it's 2006, that dragging out the same, tired old presidential infant floats in diapers on parade, or that switching the first letter of the F word with the president's name is still clever, as though more than 20 years haven't passed since "Buck Fush" stickers made us laugh in the early 2000s,

Is the unspoken notion that KAMALA HARRIS would have been remotely capable of doing better. Better than not only Trump, but even Biden. Biden lost his mind; I think an argument could be made that Kamala Harris never had one. 

Which is to say, has chosen to never use it. Nobody is that dumb or incoherent without intent. If you roll your eyes at, say, Trump, 

Without acknowledging that the alternative was worse than even Biden,

You are in hardcore, perhaps terminal, denial.

Woody Guthrie famously wrote "This Machine Kills Fascists" on his guitar, and though he was a "fellow traveler," if not an outright Commie member, his sympathies can probably at least somewhat be chalked up to the time in which he lived. He belonged to the Dust Bowl generation, the same generation that built the Empire State Building and the Golden Gate Bridge. Judging by photos of the time, it's safe to assume that even the card-carrying Socialists of that era had more in common with a modern conservative, than the anemic, sexually-incontinent vegans who rule the party and its acolytes today.

So, would Woody Guthrie have been a Trump supporter? Probably not. But was his life so easy, his mind so soft that he would fit on a bill with the cognitively-dissonant "artists" who think they're NOT walking examples of his statement that the art machine does, in fact, kill fascists?

I don't think so.

"It feels so good to be dumb."
Franz Ferdinand

I believe Woody Guthrie was right. Real music and true artistic expression do in fact kill fascists. The mediocre, tepid output of artists who align themselves with the softer, social-justice fascism of today backs this theory up.

Let's go example shopping, and see if any of the artists on the bill prove Woody Guthrie wrong.

And let's be honest. To malign a good song because it doesn't conform to our worldview is to become a fascist. But ask yourself, do you like the song because of the message it contains,

Or because the song is great?

There is overlap. But not always.

This is the 2nd-best thing a cursory reading of some fake magazine's list of The 30 Best, Most Savage Anti-Trump Songs has to offer, and I have to say, I have always thought that everything about this band was pre-emptively uninteresting and mediocre. The name is boring, the sound isn't new, and they don't bring anything to the table that makes me want to listen to them twice. I don't hate it, but it isn't extraordinary either.

I wonder what their namesake, the real Franz Ferdinand has to say?

"Politics is a matter only for the ruler,
while the people, the masses
have to obey."
Franz Ferdinand

Sounds like a hardcore cancel-culture Karen, to me.

I like Eminem. The rage thing never ages well, but I will admit his talent with words is on display as usual here. The question isn't one of talent, or the veracity of the tired, overheated insults hanging on the discount rack of the beat like unfashionable clothes from decades past, it's one of "what moral authority does a guy who releases a diss track about the former president of Mexico while using a song titled 'LOSE YOURSELF' to campaign for someone as literally lost as JOE BIDEN have over anything more sentient than a half-eaten bagel?"

Serious question. Personally, I don't think the answer lies outside the realm of masonic Illuminati one-eye symbology. The dark side of being a "rap god" 🙄

Is that you have to do everything your slave master tells you to. Which makes you about as hardcore as a secondhand sofa from Goodwill.

Used, cheap, and comfortable to sit on.

When lame meets evil, indeed.

Which brings me to an example that legitimately hurts, because I am a fan of her current work. It's redundant to point out the mediocrity of once-great artists like Bruce Springsteen, and while it bears repeating, listening to Roger Waters whinge on about Donald Trump and Palestine becomes progressively more impossible when you remember he wrote an album, brilliant though it be, in which he blamed the British high command for "taking his daddy" from him in a war against none other than ADOLF HITLER.

It's unfortunate to the point of being genuinely tragic, because the song and album both are of a caliber that is hard to come by these days; it's as though the tragedy inflicted on the Waters family by Hitler (not the British high command) was so fundamentally destructive that it turned Roger into a Palestinian apologist with Trump Derangement Syndrome.

Islamic rape gangs aren't sexist, another country's president is. I have never healed from childhood trauma, which is why I have the moral high ground. I would have had my daddy with me longer, if the high command had simply let Hitler win.

So, let in the boats. Sacrifice the women and children (and men too, for that matter) on the altar of globalist fundamentalism. Like me, Hitler was a raving anti-semite. I'm right, because I've never considered the possibility that I'm wrong. Anyone who doesn't like it is a pig.

Tear down the wall.

If the artistically-impotent late-period output of Bruce Springsteen, Roger Waters, Eminem, et al. are examples of fascists being slayed by the arts, Lila Downs is perhaps the exception that proves the rule. The quote at the beginning of this article is from her song "El Demagogo," which is about a go-go bar in Tijuana named "El Dema."

It's also about fascist dictators like Donald Trump, and is an organic, non-Illuminati-compliant expression of the artist's inner soul. Like Victor Jara, if Victor Jara was a rich, widely-celebrated globalist, pretending to care about his people.

"Donald Trump can't buy our soul."

Technically true, since it's already been sold.

The header image of this article is a screenshot from Lila Downs' video for "Cariñito," a Peruvian cumbia from the 1970s. The image of the all-seeing eye on the wall behind the actors, with the phrase "don't forget me" written in Spanish around the eye, is impossible to misinterpret. The message is literally painted on the wall:

I OWN YOU. DON'T FORGET IT.

You think you have the right to live in peace?

Don't make me laugh.

I have to confess to not being unable to watch the video for "Cariñito," but I always stop it when the old guy with the light shining over his shoulder like a satanic bird of prey makes his entrance. I won't forget you, Lucifer, at least not until I get to Heaven, but I'm not watching your depiction dance with exaggerated facial expressions around the Latina version of my mother. By the blood and grace of Christ, I have the right to live in peace. I don't care how much I like the song. I'm tired of your fascist nonsense.

Side note: I met Lila Downs' husband once, at a jazz bar in Oaxaca. He was sitting in with a jazz group, playing music more challenging than he is accustomed to playing in his wife's band. He's the lead sax player in her horn section, the white guy playing sax stage right in the video above. I was with an obsequious, self-hating gringo (which I didn't really know until we were there; he was my neighbor and offered to show me the town. So I said sure, why not), and we made a poor impression. He didn't want to talk to us. He wasn't there for that. And I'd only heard of Lila Downs half an hour prior, and didn't have anything true to tell him anyway. But since I've become such a huge fan of his wife, it amuses me to see him in her videos, and remember that night walking through the ancient streets of Oaxaca, one of the most beautiful cities in the world, by far.

So, did I prove it? Do these examples prove that the guitar machine kills fascists? Not really. But it isn't hard to do. Modern Illuminati anti-culture is rife with examples of formerly-great sellouts who pawn off the conditions of their slavery as "dissent" to the drunken peasants on the street, socially-engineered behavior-modification slaves fawning over the latest example of artless ego-preening bestowed on them by the rockstar in the spotlight perched like a vulture on the shoulder of Lucifer himself, in the zombielike, unthinking manner of people who have been told to raze the colours of their own national, cultural, and ethnic identity, and who actually listened.

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