Aesthetics, Celebrity, Conservatism, Left-Liberalism And Progressivisim, Pop-Culture, Sex
If you think about it, Playboy magazine was quite innocent compared to today’s’ prime-time smut. Watching Kim Kardashian clothed is much more obscene than, say, Patti Mcguire’s Playboy spread in the 1970s.
Hugh Hefner was certainly a degenerate, but conservatives crowing like leftist feminists about his exploitation of women is worse than silly. (Although Ross Douthat, author of “Speaking Ill of Hugh Hefner,” is as good as a liberal.)
Feminism, Gender, IMMIGRATION, Islam, Left-Liberalism And Progressivisim, Pop-Culture, Sex
The erotica fueling the fascination with the tall, dark, Middle-Eastern young men smuggled into Europe is something I covered in “Left-Liberalism’s Homo-Eroticism” (3/14/2016) and again in “Are Liberals Turned-On By Turning The Other (Gluteus Maximus) Cheek?” (2/6/2017). In blog posts, too, going back to 2012.
The “Angry Foreigner” (very clever and terribly crude) exposes the horny, menopausal Social Justice Warriors (SJW) behind the fetish, calling this archetype a “Bohemian witch, tie-dye hag,” and worse. It is this horny SJW who’s lusting after young men.
I’ve made the point that it is the feel-goodism of do-goodsim itself that gives these idiots a sexual rush.
In any event, the horny SJW is in a position of power to (inadvertently, in my opinion) fuel the immigration, as she generally works for The State or for some related interest group that influences policy. She is particularly prone to hysteria.
At about 15:35 into the broadcast. European commenters are much wittier and daring than ours. Brighter. But this is definitely too risqué.
Left-Liberalism And Progressivisim, Pop-Culture, Race, Religion, Sex
“On my knees for refugees” is a sign sported by the two insipid people in the tweet shared below.
Does this liberal political masochism have a sexual component? Look at these two liberal dolts. Their faces are lit up in kind of delirium. Sexual, maybe?
Prostrating themselves to The Other is almost a sexual experience for liberals; it appears to give them—and not to be indelicate—a kind of a rush.
An idea I expressed in “Are Liberals Turned-On By Turning The Other (Gluteus Maximus) Cheek?”
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Gorgeous, entertainer, great dancer, great beauty, well-coordinated, fabulous at twerking, a glorified lap dance: Beyoncé is all those. A musician she is not.
At last, someone who is a musician calls it as it is. Carlos Santana stands firm (no apology tour, maestro), insisting that Beyoncé is no musician:
“With all respect to our sister Beyoncé,” he said, “Beyoncé is very beautiful to look at and it’s more like modeling kind of music—music to model a dress—she’s not a singer, singer, with all respect to her.”
What a lovely analogy! The girl models a song. All the video vixens act and model their “numbers.” Without the indispensable aid of the almighty Auto-Tune, Katy Perry would sound even more like a chipmunk. That’s fine. There’s a market for this. But please don’t call it music.
Santana stands against decades of pop-porn marketed as “music.” He knows that definitions matter. We need to know the difference between Santana’s playing and the two-chord wonders in most bands today.
And Santana’s not the best. This unknown neoclassical guitarist isn’t famous, but he’s far and away the superior player: exquisite compositions, stunning virtuosity (not sure Santana could play “Mushrooms of Fire.” It’s effing impossible. My fav. The short samples don’t upload in the Fire Fox browser. Try Microsoft Edge.)
“Dealer” from my favorite Album, “Inner Secrets”:
“Well All Right”:
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