Posted On: Wednesday - May 1st 2019 7:45PM MST
In Topics: Lefty MegaStupidity Music
"... that homeless man is here to stay ...."
"Is this the story of Johnny Rotten ....?"
("Johnny Rotten! ... Rotten Johnny!")
A few days back, Zerohedge posted Wealthy Elites Freak Out As Homeless Hordes Take Over West Coast Neighborhoods. In this story, the rich man of the establishment with the complaints (don't they all?!) is none other than former punk rocker of the Sex Pistols, one Johnny Rotten.
No city on the west coast has a bigger problem with homelessness than L.A. does, and many in the homeless population enjoy camping out on the beautiful beaches in the L.A. area at night.Heh! Heh, heh, heh, heh! [/Butthead] Yeah, the Germans have some good, multi-syllablical words for stuff like this ... not hypocrisy, no, we all have a lot of that, so we need that word, but it's like Schadenfreude on Steroids, SchadenFreudenRoid perhaps? Yeah, it makes me feel good that Johnny Rotten is stressed out about homeless people on his property on the beaches of Los Angeles. It's not just that, though ... let me pinpoint it. It makes me want to stick a finger in his face and say "Hey, Rotten, I must have missed your Sex Pistols song about property rights and the Constitution! Haha, yeah, man, young people or the downtrodden homeless should be able to go anywhere they want, right? Screw the man! I remember you young blokes knew everything and hated the establishment. You're the man, now Johnny Rotten, and I'm gonna go piss all over your front walk! Right!"
But of course many of the elite that paid millions of dollars for beachfront property are not too thrilled about this. Sex Pistols frontman Johnny Rotten was a key symbol of anti-establishment rebellion in the 1970s, but now he is freaking out because homeless people are making life very difficult for him and his wife in Venice Beach, and what he recently told Newsweek’s Paula Froelich is making headlines all over the nation…
He told her the homeless situation in his swanky LA neighborhood is so bad that thieves are tearing the bars from the windows of his multimillion-dollar home, lobbing bricks, setting up unsightly tent cities and littering the beach with syringes.
“A couple of weeks ago I had a problem,” the former punk prince opined. “They came over the gate and put their tent inside, right in front of the front door. It’s like . . . the audacity. And if you complain, what are you? Oh, one of the establishment elite? No, I’m a bloke that’s worked hard for his money and I expect to be able to use my own front door.”
Yeah, I've got SchadenFreudenRoid from this news item tonight. I would also like to ask Mr. Rotten, if Neil Young was right, when he said "it's better to burn out, then to fade away ... My, My, Hey, Hey!"
This is the acoustic song, the 1st cut on Neil Young's and his band Crazy Horse's great 1979 album Rust Never Sleeps, fully-entitled My, My, Hey, Hey (Out of the Blue), while the same album ends with the high-distortion-electric-guitar number Hey, Hey, My, My (Into the Black). I hope that doesn't confuse anybody.
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