Political Correctness Gone Awry

[El Dingo]

Apparently there is a new non-PC entry into the fray.

One of my favorite Xmas songs, The Pogues "Fairytale of New York".

It really calls into question, when do we blanket censor all offending art and literature to match existing norms?

https://www.breitbart.com/entertainment/...gay-slurs/

https://www.stereogum.com/2025451/the-po...nsor/news/

This quote really made me blow milk through my nose:

“I asked the two gay members of my team how they feel, since faggot is their N word. If people want to slur the gay community, this is their most powerful weapon,” McDermott wrote on Twitter. “One favours censoring, the other outright not playing it. Neither like it. Simples.”

So, the guy accused of anti-gay slurs has two gay members on his team (and is sensitive to their feelings) doesn't care if they censor the song or not.

What does this mean to contemporary artists and writers who want to reproduce an era of hatred, bigotry and ignorance.

I really want to see where "Blazing Saddles" ends up.

Hopefully not on a bonfire.

Lyrics:

It was Christmas Eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, won't see another one
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you

Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I've got a feeling
This year's for me and you
So happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true

They've got cars big as bars
They've got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
It's no place for the old
When you first took my hand
On a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me
Broadway was waiting for me

You were handsome
You were pretty
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more

Sinatra was swinging,
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night
The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day

You're a bum
You're a punk
You're an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God it's our last

The boys of the NYPD choir
Still singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day
I could have been someone
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you

I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you
The boys of the NYPD choir
Still singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells are ringing out
For Christmas day