Nobody fights the power anymore. Everybody is a sellout. And anyone who doubts this should listen to the new 7-Inches for Planned Parenthood compilation.
A fundraising project for the largest abortion corporation in America, 7-Inches features more than two-dozen tracks from about as many artists, mostly album rejects repurposed into protest ballads regurgitating groupthink in order to win accolades from progressive politicos. It’s pathetic.
Planned Parenthood’s very-own Cecile Richards explains that the project is “a reminder that each of us has the power to use our voice to speak out for what we believe.” Apparently it’s an attempt to stop a White House troglodyte from dragging women back to the Stone Ages. A troupe of the gullible—that includes Grammy-Award-winners like Foo Fighters, John Legend, and Bon Iver—has put together an abortion mixtape.
What this musical resistance doesn’t realize is that they’re getting played. While a copy of 7-Inches costs $14.49, Planned Parenthood rakes in $1.3 billion in revenue annually, including $553 million in federal funding. Whatever the album makes in sales won’t change the bottom line of the billion-dollar abortion company. It’s just the lining in the already deep pockets of Planned Parenthood.
Maybe those musicians aren’t to blame. Perhaps they don’t know what Planned Parenthood even does. In their mind, the federally subsidized behemoth of abortion probably just hands out free condoms and offers convenient, discreet venereal disease testing. They can’t really understand because if they did the lyrics wouldn’t just be chillingly ironic. They’d be downright horrific.
When Bon Iver sings about being “carved” and “caught in fire,” he can’t be thinking of the saline abortions that burn away at the skin of unborn babies. When the Foo Fighters’ David Grohl croons about “crawling on hands and knees,” he can’t be thinking of the 323,999 children that never escape the womb to do just that. And when John Legend warbles about how love is easy “because you’re beautiful,” he can’t be thinking of the thousands of women victimized by the ugly industry.
While ignorance isn’t an excuse, hopefully these artists don’t really know what they’re actually singing for. Otherwise they’d be the horrific and complicit headliner for the abortion industry. Either way, rock is dead.
Philip Wegmann is a commentary writer for the Washington Examiner.
