BeepMeet the AI rapper funded by a far-right party— Advance UK has hired the mystery ‘collective’ behind Danny Bones, a white-nationalist musician and activist – who isn’t real
QuandaleDingleAhh, the irony of white supremacists using a form of musical self-expression that black people created: rap.
Prejudice tends to lack a capacity for self reflection and an understanding of irony.
It’s the same with nazi punks and MAGAs who like Rage Against The Machine, they just want something that sounds loud, aggressive, and violent and rarely understand what they’re listening to or how it came about until it’s shoved right in their face. Then they get all offended about it.
Most of the time, the best they can make themselves is a cheap, talent-less imitation that lacks any sense of authenticity, and to try and overcome that they’ve resorted to something that can produce a finely polished turd that still lacks any sense of authenticity.
lechekaflanMAGAs who like Rage Against The Machine
Or Creedance Clearwater Revival. Or Guns N’ Roses. Those white redcappers hear something “anti-authority” as being exciting and “edgy” and appropriate the songs for their shit movement until they fucking read the lyrics (if they ever bother reading) and realize it’s messaged against them. Not to mention most artists are utterly and openly disgusted with MAGAts.
The only has-been celebrity dickheads that actually exist for them are Kid Rock and Steven Seagal.
Precisely, but you’re giving them too much credit by expecting them to figure it out from reading the lyrics alone.
“Born in the U.S.A.” by Bruce Springsteen is widely regarded as a patriotic anthem. It’s played at so many sporting events and political rallies that most people think it celebrates American pride. But the song itself is about a small-town kid who gets drafted, sent to war, and then comes home to find himself unemployed, homeless, and abandoned by the system that sent him there.
The irony is that media and propagandists grabbed the punchy chorus and stripped it from the rest of the song. An anti-establishment story about neglect and disillusionment that got balefully repurposed as an advertising jingle for military recruitment.