We live in some pretty Orwellian times, don’t we? How long will the Savage Hippie podcast last in this censorious era, where once neutral hosting services are purging anything that they consider to be peddlers of “hate speech”?
In 2017, the shibboleths of “racism” and “white supremacy” have become the modern day version of the Satanic panic. Leftists have SUCH an ENORMOUS blind spot to the problem of Islam, that they will excuse some Muslim shouting “Allahu Akbar” and running down thirteen people in Barcelona as just a “perversion” of an otherwise completely peaceful religion, while think that some antisocial freak with a Hitler haircut running down ONE leftist protester, who happens to be the SAME RACE AS HIM, is somehow indicative that society has a problem with “white supremacy.”
It’s in this depressing climate that Ann Sterzinger, David Cole, and I continue our quest to spread healthy hate speech, promote funny racism, and just continue to belittle minorities, gays, women, and men who dress like women. In this episode of the Savage Hippie podcast, we talk about David’s recent Facebook ban, the prank calls we did as kids, Ronald Reagan’s tacky sense of humor, the white power Asian guy, Devo, Neil Hamburger, Gaspar Noe, Bjork, and some other shit I forgot.
For this week’s Sounds of Marshabaloosh, we feature the Biters with their song “1975” from their first album, Electric Blood. Just like with Giuda, the Biters are a band that Ann and I both like. In fact Ann is the one who introduced them to ME, if you can believe something as absurd as a woman introducing a guy to something he didn’t already know (that’s what she said). Strangely (to me at least), the Biters are signed to Earache, one of the earliest extreme metal labels, which released records by Napalm Death, Carcass, Cathedral, Godflesh, Brutal Truth, Morbid Angel, and Anal Cunt, even though their sound is straight up, glammy rock ‘n’ roll, that channels such influences as 70s Bowie, Queen, Kiss, Thin Lizzy, and Cheap Trick. Listen to “1975” here.
A wonderful lady friend and fan, who prefers not to be named, did the artwork, which we hope starts a trend of other people using the recent Charlottesville auto-modown photograph as a template for their absurd and offensive creations. The song at the end is, once again, “The Diet Has Failed” by the Yesticles.