Some douchebag plays John Lennon’s “Imagine” on a piano with a Peace Sign outside Paris’s Bataclan Theater.
Kathy Shaidle, at Taki Mag, tells us just how grossed out she was by some of the popular reaction to the Islamic Terrorist attacks in Paris.
The French hate America because you saved their asses during World War II while they were screwing German officers and pretending to be in the Resistance. They never stop bitching about Coca-Cola colonialism and Americaâ€™s tacky, shallow, plastic â€œcultureâ€â€”yet theyâ€™ve nevertheless embraced one of the Anglosphereâ€™s most embarrassing exports: those â€œmakeshift memorialsâ€ that have been de rigueur mortis since the death of Diana.
Except, as Takiâ€™s own Gavin McInnes reported, Parisians added weird stuff to their stupid piles of flowers, like a poster of the Doorsâ€™ Jim Morrison (?) with his eyes blacked out (!). …
â€œWhy Paris is doomed, in one image,â€ I blogged, in a post that went viral: â€œOutside the Jewish-owned Bataclan, this guy (a) played â€˜Imagineâ€™ on a piano with (b) a peace sign on it, which heâ€™d transported to the site (c) on a bicycle.
â€œCouldnâ€™t that at least have beenâ€”I rack my brainâ€”(a) â€˜Rock the Casbahâ€™ on a guitar with (b) a Star of David on it, next to your (c) Hummer or something?â€
A disgusted Mark Steyn added (which is why he makes the big bucks):
â€œWhen Pearl Harbor was bombed in 1941, did everyone coo because somebody dragged along a piano to the naval base and played a hit song from 1896?â€
We were also ordered to be deeply moved or else by this immigrant fatherâ€™s assurance to his little boy that they were safe from â€œthe bad men.â€
â€œThey might have guns,â€ the father tells him, â€œbut we have flowers.â€
â€œBut flowers donâ€™t do anything,â€ his son replies, rightly.
The boy is gently corrected:
â€œThe flowers and candles are here to protect us.â€