If you happen to tune into the oldies station and hear a pretentious, hyper-political folk-rock song, chances are David Crosby had a hand in it. As one of the hippiest hippies to ever don a buckskin vest and boycott bathing, Crosby has been on a half-century crusade to make hate extinct.
Unless of course you’re his political enemy and your building catches fire:
On Saturday afternoon, an apartment on the 50th floor of Trump Tower in New York City was engulfed in flames. Authorities were quick to the scene, but Todd Brassner, a 67-year-old art dealer was found “virtually entirely on fire” and passed away. Several firefighters were also injured in the process.
“Oh boy…….burn baby burn,” Crosby stated in a tweet that has since been deleted.
Fortunately, the inter-webs are forever and somebody got screenshots:
Jeffrey Guterman, a mental health counselor, who also tweeted that he was “excited” when he heard there was a fire, asked Crosby if his tweet was regarding the Trump Tower.
Crosby responded, “yes Jeffrey.”
Well, one thing’s for sure.
Keep in mind, David Crosby made a career out of grandstanding about unity and understanding through song. “We’ve got to transcend hate and pettiness and strive toward total realness, maaaan. Trump Tower’s on fire? Somebody’s dead? Faaaar out, maaaan. That’s groovy! Meet me downtown with a pack of graham crackers and a couple Hershey’s. I’ll bring the marshmallows.”
It’s easy to write off Dave’s remarks as the ramblings of a leftist boomer douchebag who overdid it on the peyote in the Nixon years. Except this is a common occurrence among leftists. One minute, they claim they run the franchise on empathy and common decency. The next, they’re cheering the deadly inferno engulfing your building. All because you line up on the other side of the aisle.