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Creepy: Singing children advocate for Obama's re-election, blame parents


[Examiner] The video is featured at the Future Children Project web site with a caption that reads: "Re-electing President Obama is a momentous decision that will require every single voter."
When I was a tad children were happy. They weren't zombiebots. Look at those little brats' faces. Look at them all through the video. Not one of them shows any expression at all. It's frightening. They look like Pod Children. They claim to be the Children of the Future.
"Imagine an America where strip mines are fun and free; Where gays can be fixed and sick people just die; And oil fills the sea," reads the opening lyrics.
We used to spend lotsa time outside when I was a kid, usually shooed out there by our parents, occasionally chased or even tossed. We ran, laughed, played, got into fist fights, and occasionally got bruised up falling down the rocky slopes of strip mines and quarries. We thought these were nifty because they were so much safer for our dads. Strip miners seldom died of methane inhalation and the quarries never fell in on them because there was nothing over them to fall.

"We haven't killed all the polar bears, but it's not for lack of trying," the song adds, despite a suppressed report indicating that polar bear populations are actually increasing.
Mmmmm! Bear!

As far as I know, this song isn't actually a Nazi ditty, but was written specifically for the play Cabaret, hence the brief appearance of the depraved-looking guy toward the end. But if Goebbels had heard it he'd probably have liked it and it would have made the Reichsfunk Top 40.
"Big Bird is sacked," the children sing - a clear reference to Mitt Romney's comment that he would stop taxpayer subsidies of PBS.
I actually grew almost to adultery before the United States got State Radio like the Soviets had. PBS was supposed to be an alternative to ABC/NBC/CBS, which were collectively described as a "Vast Wasteland." Nowadays we call that the "Golden Age of Television." Personally, I think Kukla, Fran and Ollie were a lot funnier than Big Bird. And Phineas T. Bluster had it all over Oscar the Grouch. And Miss Nancy once saw me in the Magic Mirror, which was a lot more interesting to the 5-year-old me than the Letter E.
"The Earth is cracked and the atmosphere is frying," they add, despite a report showing that global warming ended 16 years ago.
Children believe what they're told. When I was a child we were told that the United States is a great nation, that it's the land of the free and the home of the brave. We enjoyed being free and we tried to be brave despite the fact that we had occasional "duck and cover" exercises at school and the earth was in literal danger of being cracked, the atmosphere frying. One of the characteristics of people who weren't free was their unpleasant habit of convincing themselves that whatever dictator they currently had was the Greatest Mind of His Age, the Man with All the Answers, who was worthy of their adoration. It wasn't just Stalin and Hitler and Mao Tse Tung. It was Nasser and Peron and Sukarno and Franco and Stroessner and all the other pipsqueak dictators and strongmen. If I'd ever suggested to my parents that somebody wanted me to sing a hymn to President Eisenhauer they'd have assumed I'd become demented and called the men in the white coats.
The song is filled with similar straw-man arguments and ends with a message Barack Obama is sure to appreciate.

"Mom and Dad, we're blaming you!"
Being a part of something greater than yourself has an appeal. It can be religion or it can be politics, but the end result is the same: you don't really have to do any thinking. After all, His Excellency or His Holiness has done all that needs done. The i's have been dotted, the t's crossed.

Thus you could have been a part of the Soviet Union, cranking along for 75 self-justifying years, quoting from the collected works of Marx and Lenin. Or you could have been part of a Thousand Year Reich for... ummm... 12 years. Or you could rely on the dogma of The Church, be it Catholic in 1500 or the Koran in today's version of the Seventh Century.

All it takes for His Enormity is a little charisma to get the message across. Charisma seems to be pretty common. Lots of people have it. Girls used to throw their underwear at Frank Sinatra and they used to faint for the Beatles -- and for B.O. Watch Leni Reifenstahl's magnum opus. Listen to the inspiring music as Der Fuehrer's plane is landing at Nuremburg. Watch the reaction of the populace, to include the adoring girls. Imagine what it felt like to be a part of something so much bigger than yourself. The movie celebrates precisely that for an hour and 45 minutes.

But somehow the jackbooted thugs and the knock at the door in the wee hours of the morn seem to follow the initial euphoria, don't they? And, being a part of something so much greater than yourself, you could support the breaking of a few eggs to make an omelette, as long as you're not the egg. After all, His Enormity is fixing all that's wrong with society.

Somebody let society get that way. It was probably your parents. So you'd probably blame them.

Which came first? The True Believer or the egg?

Posted by: Fred 2012-10-31
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