Category Archives: The Zeitgeist

PRUDE NATION? Only When It Comes To Trump

Art, Donald Trump, Media, Politics, Pop-Culture, Republicans, Sex, The Zeitgeist

The lewder, more pornographic, and less talented at their craft pop icons become, the louder the Left lauds their artistically dodgy output. Miley Cyrus was mocked before she began twerking tush, gyrating crotch and twirling tongue. Only then had she arrived as an artist in the eyes of “critics” on the Left. Ditto Paris Hilton and Kim Kardashian. The last launched a career with a sex tape and cultivated ass elephantiasis; and viola!

Cyrus, Beyoncé, Gaga, Madonna, Lena Dunham, et al.: There’s zero artistic range there. The power of the average pop artist and her products lies in the pornography that is her “art,” in her hackneyed political posturing, and in the fantastic technology that is Auto-Tune.

In a culture dominated by the left, vulgar and vacuousness is conflated with quality and edginess. So why is everyone apoplectic over a few naughty references and allusions in the presidential debates (begun by goody-goody Marco Rubio)?

Left and Right: everyone is distraught over the political strutting ongoing on the Republican stage.

Give me a break!

I bet you that if Bernie Sanders got a little frisky the Left would think him adorable.


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The Week’s Tweets In Review (11/23)

Barely A Blog, Ilana Mercer, IlanaMercer.com, Journalism, Media, The Zeitgeist

As a Twitter account holder writes on his Twitter handle or masthead, “I tweet, because I’m too lazy to blog.” And as my valued readers know, for a decade, now—since May 2005, to be precise—I’ve endeavored to provide them with a daily, detailed analysis, on Barely A Blog, of the events. Coupled with writing a weekly, well-read column, first launched in Canada (1998), and continued to this day in the US on WND—this commitment cuts into book writing. Like most women, I refuse to give up cooking, outdoor running, parrot, house and husband husbandry—which would not matter much were it not for the readers’ preference. You, too, have a lot on your proverbial plate. And you prefer a shift to shorter quips. As un-intuitive as tweeting is—it can be real cyber-ejaculate—I will try to increase the use of this format. At week’s end, however, a blog post, “The Week’s Tweets In Review (+ date),” will collate a selection of choice tweets.

Here goes, from latest to last:


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Donald Trump Will Regret Ghastly SNL Act

Affirmative Action, Music, Pop-Culture, The Zeitgeist

Donald Trump will regret his appearance on the rubbishy Saturday Night Live show. The whole hour was ghastly; the stuff of “losers.” There was no talent to speak of. No satire. No humor. No edginess. Crap writing and acting, and sound seriously shitty, courtesy of an apparition called “Sia,” who brought with her a palsied pantomime who writhed on the floor. I haven’t watched SNL for years, but it has clearly adopted the fool Jimmy Fallon’s juvenile school of giggles.

Would that the skits were risque, they were not; it was just all … garbage.


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Cold Turkey For Creepy Kids And Their Even Creepier Parents

Etiquette, Fascism, Intellectualism, Pop-Psychology, The West, The Zeitgeist

Here is a follow up on our pro-civilization, Adult Lives Matter, reclaim-the-childhood crusade. To our dossier on a child-deifying nation, we add the insanity that is the non-dilemma below.

A DRUDGE headline blares today: “Parent: My 8-Year-Old Son’s iPad Addiction Is As Real As Alcoholism, Drug Abuse…”

You don’t need to read this drivel in which a dumb parent “shares” his dumber, self-inflicted malady so publicly—public writing has turned into anti-intellectual public advocacy, hasn’t it? Conjure and share your cultivated malady, and abracadabra, you are a hero.

Whinging aside, you already knew the following:

* It’s your fault the little snot is addicted not to books or to outdoor ball games, but to gadgets.

* Who gave the gadget to said snot? You did! Take the iPad away.

* Stop paying for your kids’ cell phones and assorted hand-held devices. (It costs a fortune!)

You and I survived without them. If Creepy kid needs to contact crazy in love parent urgently, he or she can go to the principal’s office. It’ll give Creepy an opportunity to practice a few civilizing habits you refrained from teaching him:

Knock on her door (it’s never a guy these days). Enter when she says so. Address her as Ma’am or Mrs. Ask if you may call mom or dad, PLEASE.

Alternatively, tell him to wait on the corner until you collect him, just like you, his parent, used to do (we walked home, 4-5km each day).

Oh, and if a stranger sidles up to Creepy … you know the rest.

READING:

“Adult Lives Matter: On Kids And Communism.”

“Reclaiming Childhood: They Don’t Make Kids Like They Use To.”


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