No, Katy Perry, You Cannot Coexist with Terrorists
America’s entertainment complex — so chockfull of hubris masking a certifiably moronic mindset, it’s home to the inanest of statements from people who fancy themselves bright.
For instance, got a terrorism problem? Call Katy Perry. She’ll solve it. The pop star/foreign policy and defense expert knows more than the Department of Defense and the State Department combined.
A day after an ISIS suicide bomber killed 22 people at a concert in Manchester, England, Perry went on the nationally-syndicated radio program, Elvis Duran and the Morning Show and laid bare the truth of eradicating terrorism, “I think that the greatest thing we can do is just unite and love on each other. No barriers, no borders, we all just need to co-exist.”
Somebody alert Mad Dog Mattis, STAT!
The solution to terrorism? Open the borders. Grab a jihadist and hug it out.
If only someone had loved on Omar Mateen, those 49 people he slaughtered in Orlando would still be alive.
Katy Perry doesn’t seem to understand what’s so funny about peace, love and understanding is that none of it stops terrorists. Her radio interview sounded absolutely idiotic.
You cannot co-exist with people who are trying to kill you.
Perry is so obtuse she didn’t realize (or didn’t care) that while calling for more unicorns and rainbows, she simultaneously blamed the victims. If only they had been more loving and kind and welcoming, then the bad terrorist person wouldn’t have blown them up with a nail bomb.
If Perry is so enamored by love, co-existence, and barrier-free living then why doesn’t she ever invite Muslim refugees to live with her? Why, if I go to a Katy Perry concert, does a security guard tell me to empty my pockets then subject me to a search with a handheld metal detector? Where’s the love? Why is there a wall around Perry’s newly-purchased 18-million-dollar home? I thought she didn’t believe in barriers.
Perry is just another hypocrite in Hollywood, where the unspoken mantra is, “Do as I say, not as I do.”
Girl, grab some cherry ChapStick, kiss a girl, make ’em go oh, oh, oh, as you shoot across the sky-y-y, and leave the diplomatic strategy to the professionals.