Yes, Bad Bunny sings in Spanish, but isn't she worried that her domestics’ niños will understand the lyrics?

Greenwich Invisible Geriatrics — you know, the crowd that cheered the government locking citizens in their homes, closing schools, churches and small businesses (except liquor stores), and shutting down the country, mandatory “vaccinations”, and government demands that Facebook censor and ban dissenting voices — held a wheelchair rally on Greenwich Avenue yesterday, and Belle Haven sent its finest. I was struck by this picture of two of them, especially the one expressing her support for the upcoming Super Bowl halftime performance by ‘Bad Bunny”, the Puerto Rican transgender rapper known primarily for his misogynist, obscene lyrics.

Greenwich’s own, Edward “Paul Bunion” Lamont also showed up, where he gave an odd speech praising the founding fathers; that’s ironic, because if you were to ask the grandchildren of these protestors what they know about Thomas Jefferson, they’d reply “he was a slave owner”, period. As for Alexander Hamilton, “Who?”

Mind you, the Governor, too, is a product of modern education, as this garbled spouting demonstrates:

“We don’t need to be educated about democracy. We are the Constitution State going back 300 years. The first constitution. The Connecticut constitution. Do you know how it began?” he asked. “We The People of Connecticut – governed by those who gave their consent  – get rid of those militias. Get rid of those standing armies. Stay out of our towns.”

Get rid of the militias? Who does Ned think met the British on Lexington Common? “The people governed by those who gave their consent”? I think he might have meant something about the governed voluntarily — consenting to — giving some of their rights as individuals to a limited central government, rather than, as he put it, rulers consenting to govern the peasants, but with this spawn of Harvard, who can tell? He might have been referring to his class’s sense of noblesse oblige.

But I digress; let’s get back to Granny Warbuck’s favorite singer, Mr. Bunny. He gets a pass from her and her peers because he’s both gender dysphoric and a PR, and of course, we can’t hold either of those disadvantaged classes to the high standards expected of white males; that would be waasist!

Here’s a translation of one of his songs ,“Diles” — “Tell Them”. No one, by the way, is demanding that Bad Bunny be prohibited from singing what he likes; the objection is to the NFL selecting him as the star performer at the Super Bowl, a show that will be broadcast to an audience of millions of viewers, many of whom, unlike the Greenwich Ladies of Invisibility, will be offended and disgusted by what the man spews across the airwaves.

Tell them 

Bad Bunny baby

Light up a joint, baby

Light up a joint, baby

Light up a joint, baby

Because this one is going out

We will f*ck for the fourth time

This is turning into a saga

She says that she likes doing it while listening to my trap songs

And if they ask you why in sex

I am your favorite 

Tell them

That I know your favorite poses

That I talk dirty to you and that turns you on

That I do everything you need

In order to finish

And tell them

That I know your favorite poses

That I talk dirty to you and that turns you on

That I do everything you need

In order to finish

Let's do it in the car and forget about the hotel

Cause I really want it baby and there's no time to lose

Tinted cristals, no one will see us

We are horny and we want to f*ck

You and I alone, turn off your cellphone

I will do to you the things he doesn't

And woah

The car's cristals steam up

Your angel face fools me

I feel good but you break me down

And woah

She lights up a joint and gets greedy

She gave me a blowjob while I was driving

She climbed on top of me and seduced me

Tell to those idiots they can't compare with me

If they are lexus I am a mclauren

I am always wearing Ralph Lauren's shirts

With drops to clear the eyes

The air condition is on but it's hot either way

If they ask you why

It's because I f*ck you better

Baby tell them

That I know your favorite poses

That I talk dirty to you and that turns you on

That I do everything you need

In order to finish

And tell them

That I know your favorite poses

That I talk dirty to you and that turns you on

That I do everything you need

In order to finish

You and I doing it, we look hot

Let's go, baby, take your jeans off

I've moved backwards the car seat

Let's do it in the hotbox

She is different when she sees smoke

She tells me there's no one like me

She doesn't want this to end

But two hours later she asks me if I have finished

We do everything, you have no limits

You put it in yourself, you make it easy for me

I like it when you scratch my back and shout

I like that it lasts long, the desire doesn't go away

She uses her brand new victoria's underwear with me

Kisses, bites, obscene words

She's no porn actress

But with me she makes a couple of scenes

She smokes and f*cks while she's high

Always hanging around behind her dad's back

She's got a pair of jeans that doesn't fit her

And I'm burning to do her a cream pie

Everyone's hitting on her

But it's always in vain

Everyone's hitting on her

But I always win her over

Tell them

That I know your favorite poses

That I talk dirty to you and that turns you on

That I do everything you need

In order to finish

 The Patience

Ah, drugs, sex and (very bad) rock and roll. It must all bring back fond, nostalgic memories to the Invisible crowd; or it would if they could still remember.

and here’s your grandmother and me getting it on at woodstock — nice tits, huh?