Monday, August 15, 2016

Did Bono crack any Amy Schumer jokes in Nice?

On Bastille Day 2016, a Muslim in France killed 85 people (10 children) in a crowd that had been joyously watching the fireworks display celebrating France's national holiday. The deranged psychopath drove a truck as a weapon befitting the cowardly cur he was, straight through the families, couples and children as he sought to inflict on Europeans what ISIS have been inflicting on countless helpless Christians for the past three years in the Middle East. Countless Christians that men like Bono have turned their backs on. The Muslim then opened fire before being killed by police.

The brutality of this story was so repulsive. Forceful. Unapologetic, aflame with the hatred that all violence in the name of Allah is. So grotesque and unspectacular was it that the media moved on from it as quickly as they could rather than turn it into the blockbuster event that they enjoyed making the Paris attacks.

Those macabre events were partly the inspiration behind Bono being invited to speak before a United States Senate Subcommittee on the issue of extremism due to his work with poverty in the third world. Instead of offering anything that would be indicative of a rational thinking human being who had as much as googled the murders of ISIS against European and Arab citizens during the past three years, Bono instead appealed to the instincts of those who get their politics from Jon Stewart jokes and their spirituality from Kevin Smith films. The pint sized Dubliner opined that:

 I think comedy should be deployed. It’s like, you speak violence, you speak their language. The first people Hitler threw out were the Dadaists, the Surrealists. But you laugh at them, when they’re goose-stepping down the street, and it takes away their power. So, I’m suggesting that the Senate send in Amy Schumer, and Chris Rock, and Sacha Baron Cohen, thank you.

No, thank you Bono! For showing us just how evil and out of touch the entertainment industry and elite in our society really are.
The same man who weeped about Bloody Sunday while exclaiming 'wipe your tears away'.
The same man who asked Madison Square Garden to sing along to Pride in honour of Martin Luther King.
The same man who rang out with cries of 'break through' to the Polish Solidarity Movement on 'New Year's Day'.

This is the very same man who sat in his leather jacket and designer glasses in a cafe in Nice on Bastille Day, where they charge €450 per 25g of caviar. Thinking to himself that sincerity, heart, passion are for the oppressed only in situations about which he cares. For the children being crucified? The women enslaved and raped? The men castrated and burnt alive? A few laughs by a B list celebrity will do instead.

Did he feel that way when he heard about the remains of children, their teddy bears beside their lifeless bodies to the right, their parents to their left, strewn across the road, the perfect image as imagined in the head of their killer? In the heads of the surrealists, the dadaists too, lest we forget. Perhaps that is Bono's problem. Perhaps that is Europe's problem. We forget too easily.

“I used to think that humor was the only way to appreciate how wonderful and terrible the world is, to celebrate how big life is. But now I think the opposite. Humor is a way of shrinking from that wonderful and terrible world.”
Jonathan Safran Foer

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