As anybody with a cable TV connection or access to the Internet is fully aware, our society continues to plummet down to new realms of debauchery and debasement, foiling on a regular basis the seemingly sensible supposition that things could go no lower.
The execrably lewd performance by teen idol Miley Cyrus on Sunday night’s MTV awards, in which she did unmentionable things with a fake hand and with her real butt, was just the latest attempt to establish a new nadir for future pioneers of smutty televised behavior to someday surpass.
No doubt there will be further innovations by Miley’s peers as the culture declines to a point that would make the average citizen of Gomorrah wince. Surely, the objections that were lodged a few years back to the emergence of one of Janet Jackson’s breasts during the Super Bowl halftime show will soon be seen as the quaint quibbles of hopelessly retro prudishness.
What’s really new these days is that, for the first time, the president of the United States and the first lady are passionately embracing the corruption of our national mentality and the accompanying ruination of our families and our youth.
Even as the bacchanal was proceeding apace on MTV Sunday evening, our president tweeted a shout out to one of its top revelers, Katy Perry, famous for singing hit songs and using her breasts as anchors for whip cream canisters. He was congratulating her for helping promote Obamacare, which BTW guarantees coverage for the tools to ensure that those who engage in rampant sex aren’t “punished with a baby,” as Obama once put it, as well as the medicine to treat the inevitable venereal disease.
Perry is one of Obama’s most important political supporters, singing at his fundraisers, promoting his policies, and acting as pied piper to lead youth who have somehow resisted his charms into the arms of The One.
If Katy Perry is the Princess of Modern Rome, Jay-Z and Beyonce are its King and Queen, and BFFs of the Obamas. Michelle has declared that she would like to actually be Beyonce, who presumably was excluding the first lady when she commanded in a recent video, “Bow Down Bitches.”
Obama consorts regularly with Hollywood moguls who are his biggest financial supporters and the largest purveyors of mainstream smut. Sarah Jessica Parker, whose long running show Sex in the City was about, well, sex in the city, hosted an Obama fundraiser at the home she bought with all the money she got taking off her clothes on HBO.
Lena Dunham, who created and stars in “Girls,” which is essentially Sex in the City 2.0, appeared in an Obama campaign video in which she intoned,
Your first time shouldn’t be with just anybody. You want to do it with a great guy. It should be with a guy with beautiful . . . someone who really cares about and understands women.
The list goes on.
I get that for some, this is all a hopelessly square attempt to revive the Mamie Eisenhower era, and that I’m a scold who hates sex and fun of any kind.
But by abandoning all decorum and deleting the mystery from sex, we’ve declined from a time when the slight elevation of a skirt to the knee could elicit a sexual charge in a movie theater to one in which, as Monty Python once put it, Full Frontal Nudity is required. Which era, I ask, had a healthy sexual appetite and which has had their sexuality deadened?
We have reached a moment where the taboos are almost gone. Without taboos, there is no discipline. Without discipline, there are ruined lives.
The Obamas, with their embrace of those at the forefront of our culture’s destruction, are abetting our moral disintegration when they should be standing athwart it. As our dissolution progresses, we’ll all soon need their government handouts.