You’re Wrong by NOFX

I’ve been meaning to post this song for some time now, but I just don’t know what’s stopped me. Perhaps it had something to do with the explicit lyrics, especially the part referring to that religious right-wing bitch, Ann Coulter who believes that people are sinful and need to be redeemed, and she’s the self-appointed redeemer.

Anyway, my disgust with self-appointed redeemers is not the reason for finally posting this marvellous NOFX song. It has more to do with our government’s pig-headed intention, in the face of overwhelming opposition, to pass the Protection of Information Bill (POIB), which would effectively give them free rein to do pretty much whatever they pleased.

It’s not like they’re not doing that already; it’s just that this ridiculous Bill would not only legitimize their constant illegal actions, it would render any information pertaining to it, hidden from public view, under the guise of state secrecy. Listen out for the words that always puts a smile on my dial: And you’re wrong if you don’t question your government

You’re Wrong

You’re wrong about virtues of Christianity
And you’re wrong if you agree with Sean Hannity
If you think that pride is about nationality, you’re wrong

You’re wrong when you imprison people turning tricks
And you’re wrong about trickle down economics
If you think that punk rock doesn’t mix with politics, you’re wrong

You’re wrong for hating queers and eating steers
If you kill for the thrill of the hunt
You’re wrong ’bout wearing fur and not hating Ann Coulter
Cause she’s a cunted cunt

You’re wrong if you celebrate Columbus Day
And You’re wrong if you think there will be a Judgement Day
If you’re a charter member of the NRA, you’re wrong

You’re wrong if you support capital punishment
And you’re wrong if you don’t question your government
If you think her reproductive rights are inconsequent, you’re wrong

You’re wrong fighting Jihad, your blind faith in God
Your religions are all flawed,
You’re wrong about drug use, when it’s not abuse
I hope you never reproduce

You’re getting high on the downlow
A victim of Cointelpro
You’re wrong and will probably never know

Waiting for god to click his fingers…

A group of right-wing Afrikaners, seemingly disillusioned with post-apartheid South Africa, met this weekend to draw up a strategy for their liberation from reality; actually they prefer to call it liberation from the yoke of black oppression.

Basic observation teaches us that all men and women are not equal; the reality is that people have different abilities and different levels of competence in common abilities. It is conceivable that these characteristics of individuals, can be extended to even race groups. So, I have no beef really with a race group which wants to assert a superior characteristic (such as building laagers); it is evolutionary and natural after all. And if that group also wanted to associate only with members of their own race, then that’s fine too; freedom of association is permissable in most civilized countries; maybe even desirable.

It does irk me though, when a race group claims that their version of god (they do emphasize that it is a Christian version of god) endowed them with a superior genetic make-up which bestows upon them titles such as Master Race, and then go on to claim that their god meant races to be separate. Apart from the fact that creation myths are infantile, such beliefs in the modern world ought to be ridiculed, and punishable by law. But such beliefs are indeed held and propagated in post-apartheid South Africa, by those Afrikaners, who gathered this weekend near a little town called Heilbron; all 3oo of them by some accounts.

Judging by the right-wing rhetoric of the many speakers at the gathering as reported here, intelligent strategizing may have eluded them altogether, while juvenile boasting seems to have been the only accomplishment of this gathering.

The ANC government is only the black glove on the white British fist. This ANC government was installed with only one purpose, to destroy our Volk.

The African person is genetically programmed for destruction. Everything he touches, he destroys.

The first paper they [the Blacks] saw was the Bibles they took from the wagons after they killed the Voortrekkers. The closest they came to brain surgery was beating the Voortrekkers’ heads in with knobkerries. Their only engineering achievement was to hitch a plough onto an ox. They have just celebrated Heritage Day – the only heritage their ancestors left them was a couple of clay pots.

However, the most asinine comment of the day belongs to Ronnie van der Merwe, chairman of the organizing committee for the Afrikaner gathering:

the Heavenly Father, with a click of His fingers, can make us a free Volk if He so wished.

Perhaps the so-called Heavenly Father, taking pity on his creation (in his image off course), did indeed click his fingers, and wish such a thing, way back in 1994, when the right-wing Afrikaner lost both his illegitimate power and rights to the land. But seeing as sound travels much slower than light, and that the Heavenly Father is ostensibly in deep space, these poor Afrikaners have a really long time to wait before that click of the fingers is heard on earth. And alas, even so, the volk will not be free for as long as the mind is enslaved to such archaic thinking.

While these Afrikaner radicals do not represent the larger White community in South Africa, they are representative of similar splinter groups all over the world. So while they  indulge mainly in crazy religious and racial ramblings and ludicrous claims for god-given land, it is not hard to imagine them one day resorting to the same fundamentalist violence that is endemic in certain parts of the world right now.