Might Is Right.

"...And furthermore," sniffed Lucretia, "I simply don't trust coloured music. That syncopation poppycock really makes my blood boil. Why can't they sit quietly and listen to Caruso on the Victrola like proper gentlefolk? Dancing is vulgar, I wish they'd never brought it here from wherever they came from. Satan himself would blush with their washboards and their rhythms. Give me a nice harpsichord and dago tenor any day."