The unfortunate folks who, like me and my wife, switched from some relatively innocent Sunday night supper-hour show on National Geographic Channel or any other channel —to the American Music Awards idiot-fest last night, and were unwittingly thrust into the exceedingly ugly Adam Lambert’s sweaty, filthy, leather-bound crotch along with other ugly leather-clad and dog-leashed pseudo-males who were actually— not just metaphorically —thrust into his crotch, are probably still mentally tasting and smelling the ugly filth this morning. Thank goodness we’re just mentally tasting and smelling it, unlike Lambert’s pals.
I just can’t explain how going from the images of wild apes and savage guerrillas and feces-throwing baboons and grotesque animal-eating snakes and vermin in swamps shown on the NatGeo channel, to that display of human filth relieving himself sexually, made the former rather than the latter look decent; beautiful, and wonderful; Godly. How ironic that we’re supposedly the civilized ones.
Lots of people were subjected to this — kids and grand parents and normal folks all across America and Canada and the rest of the world. We didn’t deserve it. Didn’t ask for it. Didn’t expect it. The music awards shows are for everyone, since that industry markets to all ages —from tweens (mostly to tweens, in fact) to seniors. So the networks are complicit, and are equally as odious as the deranged and perverted Adam Lambert and all the people around (and all over) his crotch. They too are obviously without any foundation of even a semblance of base morality —unlike those feces-throwing monkeys. And unlike the baboons, they’re apparently proud of it.
I can’t explain their obtuse mentality. Hey I know! Now re-broadcast some of those Michael Moore flicks or that Al Gore enviro pseudo-religion anti-science claptrap which speak to the “moral” imperative of fighting corporations (but not left-wing governments), or the “moral” imperative of fighting the “man-made global warming” (but not socialism or communism or Islamofascism or totalitarian regimes in Iraq and Afghanistan), or the “moral imperative” of government-controlled and funded “health care” (but obviously not including in that plan our mental or moral health)!
I think after last night’s performance, folks like me are at least harboring an absolutely healthy dose of normal-person disgust this morning. Disgust not just for unwittingly being subjected to this display of extreme, and as-overtly-as-possible homo and bi-sexuality, and (to sum it up), outright, disgusting, and total bullcrap; but also because the TV networks ABC (in America; and “A” Channel in Canada) proudly presented it to you and stand by it without even the hint of an apology today. Not that one of their pretend apologies could erase the poo-stain in my mind, even if they did.
For those lucky enough to not see it, let me explain. Lambert, via the awards producers and the ABC network, publicly relieved himself sexually. He tried his hardest to shock you and expose you and your grand kids and grandma via his crotch, with lewd, crude acts of homo and bi-sex on stage. It was the very most vulgar, most extreme, disgusting, raunchy, pure sexual, and I would say psychotic (or is it sociopathic?) pycho-sexual acting-out, as is legally possible on television.
It fell just short of his actually unzipping his fly and whipping out his tiny (and no doubt pierced), um, brain.
For you forward-lookers or thinkers, stay tuned: that might happen next year or the year after, or as soon as what’s left of today’s morality is finally killed dead by liberals or as they call themselves, “progressives”; when you’ve become more used to what was today’s comparatively mild, nationally-televised imagery of male-on-male blow jobs and pseudo-males and pseudo-females on dog leashes being paraded, usually toward Lambert’s crotch, across the stage, all dressed in S&M smut gear. That’s how “progressives” work, after all. Get the folks used to the disintegration of every last vestige of what the left hates: those morals and standards of common decency, one tiny bit at a time.
And then people clapped. That’s among the hardest parts of this to explain, especially to eleven-year-old girls. People in the audience clapped after watching it, instead of booing at it and shouting it down, and instead of what I might have expected: the people storming onto the stage, grabbing one of his leather crotch straps or nose piercings, and summarily throwing that filthy ass out onto the street onto his ass—or better yet right into a mental health hospital where he surely belongs (and should pay for with his own cash rather than Obamcare “health care” taxpayer cash). That level of violence would have been wrong, arguably, but totally and absolutely easy for me to explain this morning. What we saw last night, and the clapping afterward: impossible to explain.
Well – impossible to explain except possibly for folks like me who know that the inevitable explanation is that liberal values, as projected on stages like last night’s and in every group setting, are propagated like this: liberals talk as though everybody in the room agrees with them, and their “values” (or lack thereof) are then seen to be accepted as the popular or trendy new “norm”; and as an unprotested, unstoppable “given”; or even more speciously as “progress”. And the media writes it all up in stride, questioning nothing —reserving all their hard-hitting questioning and persistent badgering and negative editorializing for what they portray as the stupid, evil, and truly dangerous Sarah Palin, Christian conservative with morals. And once again conservatives and other normal folks cower and hide under their chairs. That fully explains it.
The pig Adam Lambert sexually relieving himself on stage at the AMA…