Saying “ Gone With The Wind “ is a great movie gets you in trouble with the -ist and -phobia police.
They are trying to “regain” the total thought control they falsely believe they used to have.
Great. Now I have to get rid of my Electric Boogaloo video tapes before my house is raided. Can’t risk having incriminating evidence when the police breakdown the door.
Nobody but Me--The Human Beinz (1968)
Nobody can do the Shingaling like I do;
Nobody can do the Shake like I do;
Nobody can do the Boogaloo like I do;
Nobody can do the Philly like I do.
Here Comes the Judge--Shorty Long (1968)
I still have yet to hear a single human being utter the word “boogaloo” for at least 20 years. It appears in articles such as this, and that’s about it. Mature adults just don’t talk that way. Even the kooks who constantly harp that “CWII is coming!” don’t use the word. It sounds like something Robert Downey Jr’s character in Tropic Thunder, “Kirk Lazarus” would use. Never go full boogaloo.
Maybe I just hang with the right crowd...
Here’s a clue for the projectors that are the MSM. We don’t need imaginary code words to express what we mean. That is their speciality. If this country ever makes the mistake to give control to those wishing to silence conservatives they won’t need a made up word. War is what it will be called us as we wage it. Simple.
If patriots are dragged to the dance they will do the boogaloo.
The proper response to the reporter is to give him the hand signal for ‘ok’.
“Breakin’ 2: Electric Boogaloo” Movie CLIP - Dance Combat (1984) HD https://youtu.be/bsaA903oxvc
I thought doing the boogaloo was a dance term.
Armed Police Witness Boogie Woogie Mayhem
And, yes, there is a Trump tie-in. Scroll down and read the description. :)
In a small town near me in Massachusetts, there used to be a tiny, late night diner with maybe six stools and six booths in it, and the guy who owned it and cooked there always had a long-ashed butt hanging from the corner of his stubble covered mouth. I don’t actually recall that he had help, he would cook, serve, bus and clean I think.
It was one of those places that you went to after you left a late party...sometimes you would see a couple of people in there you knew...
He wore a white t-shirt, a white apron, and white pants with one of those white caps on his head, the brim-less kind the navy chefs wear. His white gear always had a vaguely dingy look to it that gave you the impression that bleach just wouldn’t help anymore.
He WAS an ex-Navy chef, and if he didn’t just look the part, the aerial view of his Gearing class destroyer steaming at flank speed gave him away. The black and white picture hung above the enameled ice box where he kept the steaks for steaks and eggs, and when you ordered it, he would unlatch the enameled ice box, reach in nearly up to his armpit, pull out a steak, and in in one motion would slap it on the griddle next to the ice box.
And never once did that long cigarette ash look like it was going to break off!
THAT diner was known as “Boogaloo Bob’s”...a notorious greasy spoon, but everyone had a story about it!