This is the big news from the UK: after a 15 year absence George Michael goes live and rocking at the Manchester Arena. Here’s a guy who knows a thing or two about whipping a crowd up to frenzy. “I don’t like shagging old men but I’d like to screw Robert Murdock!” he shouted. The crowd went wild as the Gay Icon went back to his Wham days and thrilled them with the best of camp 90’s disco. Byron Gordon in the Times was clearly enthralled. When an inflatable George Bush was dragged onstage to be fellated by a British Bulldog he thought it a real hoot! My, my, how we laughed.
Up the road about an hour on the same night Christina Aguilera treated her crowd to a similar brew. “Society has a lot of double standards”, she announced. Well heck, the girls a genius – what next? Well next was a porn film of her writhing around naked doing scissor kicks and something obscure on top of a stuffed dog. Parents had taken their children to a pop concert – who does she think buys her records? At least they were assured the pop queen doesn’t deal in double standards. Just one: base. Bernadette McNulty witnessed it for the aforesaid Times. Both reviews appeared on the same page. She was especially moved by Aguilera’s encore of girls resonating to “hymns of security and revenge”. Youbetcha. Ho, hum.
Not so long ago Madonna’s recent tour dabbled in the same mire when she was crucified to a neon cross. Something similar was staged by the infinitely more talented (but no less egocentric) Prince in his sell-out ‘Sign of the Times’ tour way back in the late 1980’s).
The trivializing of serious issues – Sexuality, American / British relations, the problem of double standards and the Cross of Jesus Christ, is just another front in the liberal undermining of our freedoms. As a cartoonist I am seriously aware of the difference between satire and fatuous posturing. And before anyone says it – no, this is not a rant about ‘how things were better in my day’ – anyone who remembers Country Joe McDonald working the crowd at Woodstock would balk at that argument.
No, this is about blurring every avenue of rational thinking. It’s about pushing us into a wonderland where everything is permissible and nothing is critical. It’s about enfeebling the conscience and promoting the unrestrained corruption of the human will. It is the stuff, the essence, of that supreme base entertainment, the Gay Mardi Gras.
And the point of all this? History tells us that civilizations slip into decadence all too easily. And as they do they leave their boarders open, their armed forces denuded and without leadership and watchtowers deserted.
But hey! Boy, were their concert halls packed!
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It’s about reframing evil as a permissible, nay enviable, life style. There are growing numbers of grandmothers and even great grandmothers and grand aunts raising the children the parents are too lazy to prevent through effective birth control and too self-indulgent and irresponsible to care for.
Hmmmm. When I hit 60, I think I’ll dress like Cher.
Mmm..Cher is a plastic composit.
No a real woman is much better! I’m sure Mr Swampan would agree.
I just heard on the radio, that Cher was rushed to the hospital.
/she wanted to be there for the birth of her new boyfriend.
Those that support ‘pop’ culture, should support bacteria instead…it’s the only culture they actually have.
no2liberals – that’s a good one!
Vimto…thank you, thank you!
I do one show each night, and two on Saturday.
/the second one is a little blue
For those of you who don’t have ready access to the Rush Limbaugh show, you can listen to it live, on the below website. Be advised, Rush is off until Monday, and has some excellent guest hosts filling in.
http://www.wbap.com/article.asp?id=133706
Sometimes, I feel as though I’m diagonally parked in a parallel universe.
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Thanks, N2L! That was really nice of you.
/Let me feel your forehead, I think you may be ill.
Not at all, and keep your hands to yourself.
Sigh. Just got back in from locking the sheep in the barn after dark. I went out with the feed bucket and unfastened and started to remove the cattle panel that I had put across the entry to temporarily replace a broken gate (and to let the barn dry out during the day by keeping the sheep out. I had gotten one end unchained when the sheep heard me and recognized that it was feeding time. They came out of the pasture at a dead run and attempted to dive through where the opening should be and hit the cattle panel which wrenched it out of my hands and bent it back, back, back through the opening. The sheep then collectively realized something was badly wrong and leaped aside or back towards me, except for the one that had snuck up behind me to hopefully sneak some feed out of the bucket. Once the pressure was relieved, the panel (and the sheep) sprang back towards me, catapulting me across the sheep that was standing behind me. I suppose if my head had hit the concrete I would have still been out there, but luckily (?) I was thrown far enough back that my upper back and head hit the manure in the compost pile instead, while my bottom half was cushioned by the sheep in full fleece squished beneath me, shocked and motionless (and no doubt traumatized).
I believe that I’m going to try to get back home in time tomorrow to fix that dang gate.
Plus I may need to pay the psychiatric bills for that sheep.
You might want to fix that gate…stinky!
Nah, that sheep learned a valuable lesson about theft.
You betcha! By the time I had finished carrying hay to the various barns, I had nearly forgotten about the incident until I came inside and smelled something really horrid….what was that vile smell? Geez, SwampMan, did you track chicken sh** inside? Oh. Um. Nevermind!
Sigh. Gotta go grocery shopping now that the crowds may have died down some.