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idiots.
For once, I agree with Jizz.
But, as a search of Burzum pulled up 555 listings, including all the albums they list as having been removed and the story’s dated a month and a half ago, I don’t think it’s really happening.
I don’t think anyone would argue against Black Metal having hateful/racist undertones in much of its early incarnations throughout the late 80s and early 90s. However, this is certainly oddly placed seeing as how that roar died down a decade ago. Not to mention refusal to sell a few cds because they were made by a sociopath (read: Varg) seeing as how Ebay still deals copies and merchandise from movies/books like Birth of a Nation. Hell, just such “aryan”. They can refuse to sell black metal albums for the ideals of the few who made the music the day they refuse to sell Bing Crosby records.
They can refuse to sell black metal albums for the ideals of the few who made the music the day they refuse to sell Bing Crosby records.
Nice. I love the George Carlin bit where he says (paraphrasing here) “Next time you see Bing Crosby playing a priest on TV, just imagine him beating his children in real life.”
[reply]They can refuse to sell black metal albums for the ideals of the few who made the music the day they refuse to sell Bing Crosby records.
Nice. I love the George Carlin bit where he says (paraphrasing here) “Next time you see Bing Crosby playing a priest on TV, just imagine him beating his children in real life.”[/reply]
If I had children I would rather they listened to Slipknot or Marilyn Manson than sing along to ‘White Christmas’ by Bing Crosby.
He was a user and an abuser. A shining example of the thinly veiled violence that soils the reputation of the opressive moral majority.
How I loathe their two faced charade. A pillar of snakes rain down upon them and let all receive their come-uppance.
Bing Crosby - your halo of flies is visible for all to see who can. We know of your intolerance, your spite, your vitriol. You praise God with one hand and rape and pillage with the other. Your sons died by their own hands because of your ceaseless brutality. You were the scourge of the eartn to your own family but a glorified saint to those who knew you none so well.
We remember you from your songs - how you caroused with the likes of Sinatra and Danny Kaye. How you made the girls swoon with your doe-eyed ambivalence and boy next door quasi glamour. Your camouflage was well applied, Master Of Snakes as you were. You saved your venom most for those you proclaimed to love, beast that you were.
And then you lay dying on a golf course - age 77 and your whole life flashing before your eyes. Did you confess then? Did you beg for forgiveness. Your sereenading days over in the blink of an eye - your grasp slipped - pupils dilated, skin grey. There was no sweet soundtrack to your final performance was there, Belial Fiend.
I would not wish upon gutter rats the harm you bestowed upon your own kin, Bing Crosby. And I curse the day I ever raced to sit upon your lap and sway to your harmonious swoon. The very thought sickens me no end.
- Shirley Temple