Regurgitator Too Cisgender to Headline in Canberra

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Quan Yeomans, lead singer of Regurgitator learned the hard way recently that once you achieve actual tangible equality in any society, you go straight from being the victim, to being the oppressor. As political correctness lurches further to the left in stupid Western Nations, many Asians and Indians especially are learning that all that high grades, hard work, and assimilation gets you is honorary oppresser status along with ‘all of the white people’.

Much to do was made of the ‘all male line up’ of an upcoming gig in the Bush Capital. It wasn’t so much deliberately an all male line-up. We can only assume that the promoter was looking for an ‘all good’ line-up as opposed to ‘a diverse but s— to middling’ line-up. I’m reasonably sure that if he had Adele on speed dial and she owed him a favour she’d get the nod over a 3 piece of pimply dudes doing Nirvana covers.

So Quan plays along with the capitulation of ‘all of the white people’ and virtue signals loudly so as to somehow make Regurgitator relevant and the toast of the propagandist Lord Haw Haws and Hanoi Hannahs of Triple J for a few weeks to fatten the royalties.

But I have to ask this. We keep hearing that race and gender is fluid. It’s one of the Ten Commandments of the thought police. A man can become a woman, and a woman can become a man just because they decided. Or something. Here’s a thought. Why doesn’t everyone identify as whatever the quota requires for the night? Quan Yeomans can identify as a black woman who’s into black dudes. The offending promoter can identify as a black man who rails against cultural appropriation while taking the job of a real black man. Just a thought. It worked for Rachel Dolezal and Shaun King. They made the rules, so problem solved.

Meanwhile, Canberra music fans may be forced to check their privilege, and endure a sub-standard line-up who’d never be invited onto the stage if talent were the criteria rather than gender or their level of surgical experimentation and mental illness. A sad end for such an historic venue.

It’s your XYZ.

Photo by ashkyd