Which Future Western Man?
The New Zealand Parliament dance-off reveals much more than a cultural misunderstanding
“Yep, that’s me. You’re probably wondering how I got here.”
This week the internet became familiar with the Maori traditional Haka dance in a way not usually seen before. While the tribal dance ritual has been performed before rugby and football games, and of course, in traditional ceremony, this time it was a protest dance in the New Zealand Parliament during proceedings on a bill deliberation. Many took the opportunity to lampoon the spectacle, including this writer.
"That's their culture!"
For noticing and mocking a group of "adults" prancing around a New Zealand parliament chamber like toddlers at preschool in protest, the vitriol came in swiftly from other social media accounts. The general theme of criticism amounted to “That’s their culture!,” and “New Zealand belongs to the Maori.” All groups of people have culture, yet there is a time and place for everything. A parliament session is not the spot for chanting and screaming in fellow members faces. Don’t care if it is ‘muh island culture.
I love the "it's their culture" Leftist arguments.
Cool.
Next time I'm inside the DMV, I'll take my smoker with me and start a brisket while I'm there. When they protest, just tell them it's my Texan culture and to calm down, only 10 more hours left to smoke the brisket. (might even get my number called before it is done)
Meanwhile, Heritage Americans and Europeans get told they have no culture, and the little bit that is acknowledged is slated for demolition or demonization. They want our extinction and think it's funny.
But we’re not supposed to notice that.
Also, the usual charge of Colonizer/Invader/Interloper on the part of Europeans in New Zealand was lobbed by online critics. Moreso, there is a great bit of irony in these labels being used from Maori as I’ve written about before.
It’s all so tiresome
The astounding number of trolls encountered over this came from former 3rd worlders with unironic locations in the 1st world such as the UK, the US, NZ, and Australia. Easy to lob insults in the comfy surroundings of a functional (for now) Western nation. Why bring electricity, medicine, and sanitation technology to these parts of the world -only to be lectured by savages wearing modern clothing, and only quit eating each other within the last 200 years is a cosmic joke.
Many are tired of the amount of BS Western Civilization puts up with in the 21st century as it is subjected to a 24/7 historical grievance and scab-picking session that never ends. The complaints of oppression and reparations for past events displays the everpresent victim mentality that began creeping in as an acceptable state of being in the mid-20th century for non-Westerners. In the rush to condemn Western Man for his achievements, there is never a moment of pause to recognize why there are still indigenous people around to make complaints in the present.
Would it have been a better outcome if actual genocides had occurred, leaving no trace of these tribes? For example, even though they are now condemned as tools and systems of White supremacy, the thousands of schools created for tribal children had the purpose of assimilating different groups into Western Civilization and society. It would have been far easier to simply exterminate these groups entirely as had been done by other conquering factions in human history.
It almost makes one hope time travel is invented so we can go back and convince the future Western world to not explore new lands or give our inventions and knowledge to perpetual 3rd worlders-because this is where the future takes our people.
Imagine the uproar and guilt trips that will occur when (if?) commercial space travel and colonies are possible. Will they then demand "Equitable" numbers of planets all to their own? Will the West be cajoled into space station reparations?
Or will we have the fortitude as Westerndom to finally say No More.
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Most nations have rules of decorum for their governing bodies. Dancing, whether it is twerking, the bunny hop, the Macarena or Haka, is probably on no one's list. Lack of decorum in a parliamentary hall, tribal long house or even at the U.N. General Assembly is a sign of wayward adult supervision. Unless maybe the building is on fire and people stampede in a panic. No decorum, no civilization in the long haul. The place for dancing is in ceremonies, juke joints, the ballroom, contests, ballet, Hollywood movies, the prom, strip clubs, weddings, Juggalo gatherings, and when you are ordered to dance, I think
I don't dance. I don't because I lack the gene for it owing to my ancestry. I am unopposed to others dancing. But time and place should dictate. There was a time back in 1965 when I thought dance might be for me. I tried it. Failed. Humiliated myself. Swore I'd never do it again. My muse, the one that cruelly lied to me: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ALR13MJLAs4
Fast forward to 1983. I am a Navy CWO2 Op-Tech on a Guided Missile Frigate on a port call to Va'vau, Tonga. The Officers and Chief's have been invited to a luau by the local chief. We are under a huge tent lit by a few 60W lightbulbs, there is a record player playing what sounds like hula music, women in grass skirts and skimpy halter tops are dancing. We are encouraged to paste local paper currency to the dancer's ample bodies. It is all fun. The music stops. The tribal chief asks our Captain if some of his men can show his people how American people dance. Our Captain, may God bless and keep him well because he was a good man, said, "Well, of course". He then pointed to 1. LTjg Hall, a former Enlisted man in the Army who did two tours in Vietnam, was a former Navy Enlisted man too, a linguist in Russian, German and Chinese before getting his Navy commission. LTjg Hall was 35 years old. 2. LT B_______t, our Squadron Chaplain, 50+ years old, a former Enlisted man who had done his 20 years and retired as an E-6 Machinery Repairman, got the "calling", went to Baptist divinity school, got ordained and rejoined the Navy. 3. Me, a 34 year old Chief Warrant Officer who doesn't dance. I don't recall the two or three 45 rpm records they played but they had a tune and a rhythm to them. Not that it mattered to us three klutzes. What mattered was the order came from the Captain. Disobedience could mean a bad discharge and Leavenworth, or hanging for mutiny. It was the most awful 7-8 minutes of my life. Our lives. That poor Baptist Chaplain. I felt bad for him but the upside seemed to be that most of the Tongan eyes were on him. Not on me or Mister Hall. I think the Chaplain was showing his Enlisted man roots back before he found Jesus. The Tongan chief and the crowd clapped and hooted the performance. Our Captain was pleased. That is always a good thing. But those friggin' Chief Petty Officers ratted us out to the crew. Kinda tarnished my CWO image, made me growl more. But yeah, dancing. Not for me, not for parliament. Have some decorum, you savages.