61st Grammy Awards: Another Great Porn Show. Music It Was NOT

Aesthetics, Art, Celebrity, Culture, Music, Sex

Other than the gorgeous Alicia Keys, host of the 61st Grammy Awards, who has talent and is certainly charming, and Dolly Parton, a total pro—the show showcased the gutter culture that is the American music scene. We are now truly in the musical sewer.

The petulant female artists, so proud of their seized power, showcased nothing much but hip movements, pelvic thrusts and tush twerking. Not one inspiring beautiful dance did these crass stompers execute on the elaborate stage.

Janelle Monáe? Sum total of her “talent” is simulating sex on stage.

‘We need a new word to do this justice … vulvic?’ Janelle Monáe’s Pynk.

Screaming? Oh yes. Good voices? Nada. The insipid Kacey Musgraves is a two-chord whiner who makes me miss Sarah McLachlan.

Great melodies? Nothing; other than a few truly great old songs botched by the newbies’ ugly warbling: it’s the custom. Nobody learns to sing properly. For example, a screaming duo, Chloe x Halle, absolutely mutilated the exquisite, emotional song, “Where Is The Love,” performed in 1972 by Donny Hathaway and the magical Roberta Flack.

Again, not one memorable song did I hear, sporting a decent chord progression and some melodic variety; not one vaguely competent guitarist or instrumentalist: nothing.

Understandable. Why bother to acquire instrumental proficiency, instruction in composition and voice training when the swaying hips, jutting pelvises or just attitude (Dua Lipa) are what’s on sale and in demand?

I used to have some respect for Lady Gaga. But to watch Gaga, legs permanently splayed like an arthritic hooker, traipsing around clumsily, attempting to head-bang, but getting disoriented (yeah, it takes a metal-head guy to do that), then lugging microphone and mount around like a geriatrics with a walker and Depends: this was not good, to put it mildly.

The tartlets I watched “sing” at this Grammys would have been even more inaudible and tuneless were it not for the Auto-Tune: the “holy grail of recording,” that “corrects intonation problems in vocals or solo instruments, in real time, without distortion or artifacts.”

This T & A line-up would be reduced to even more embarrassing grunts, out-of-tune yelps, and bedroom whispers, if not for the Auto-Tune.

Most of the performers were G-d-awful as musicians. They sustain one or two pitches and exhibited little proficiency on any of the instruments they belabor.

UPDATED (2/9): DEM Witches: Humor Is Not Acceptable (‘Mr. Chairman, I See That Your Five Minutes Is Up’)

Comedy & Humor, Democrats, Gender, Republicans

“Mr. Chairman, I see that your 5 minutes are up,” said acting Attorney General Matthew Whitaker, a Republican, to the boss man, Democrat Jerrold Nadler, leading the House Judiciary inquisition against him.

Nadler laughed. He got the humor of being instructed (by the man who was not in charge) to wrap it up.

Whitaker took a chance to shoot back at Nadler, when the chairman’s questioning about his involvement with the Muller investigation slipped beyond the time limit for each lawmaker.

“Mr. Chairman, I see that your five minutes is up,” he said.

The room then broke into laughter as Nadler looked up with a shocked face that melted into a grin. He noted that he did not enforce the five-minute rule during Whitaker’s opening statement, then asked him to “answer the question, please.”

But Sheila Jackson Lee, joyless Democrat from Texas, was having none of the mirth. Is there a grimmer coven of witches than the Democrat women in Congress?

“Jackson Lee fired back at the perceived light-hearted comments”:

“Mr. Attorney General, we’re not joking here. And your humor is not acceptable.”

She said that Congress has a duty and a right to ask him questions, and she told him that he needs to “behave appropriately,” and she will do the same.

Jackson Lee went on to press Whitaker on if he had discussed Special Counsel Robert Mueller’s investigation with President Trump or members of his administration.

(House Judiciary Committee member Rep. Val Butler Demings (D-FL) was even scarier than Jackson Lee because so much more stupid.)

Classic: ‘Mr. Chairman, I See That Your Five Minutes Is Up’

Asylum Laws: Are Lawmakers Committing Treason Against Americans?

Ethics, Homeland Security, IMMIGRATION, Law

NEW COLUMN IS “Asylum Laws: Are Lawmakers Committing Treason Against Americans?” It’s currently on WND, the Unz Review and Townhall.com.

An excerpt:

The Wall is crucial, but it’s not everything.

Caravans of human cargo are filing into the United States because … they can. U.S. law allows it, even invites it.

Here’s how: Provided you’re not a white, South African farmer—in other words, a real refugee—you may plonk yourself at an American “port of entry,” say San Ysidro in San Diego, and simply assert your right to petition the U.S. for asylum.

Then and there you claim asylum on the grounds that your race, religion, nationality or politics expose you to persecution in the country you want to leave.

Compared to a multicultural mecca like America, where faction fighting is rising, Latin American arrivals seem rather homogeneous. Dare I say they’re largely Hispanic Catholics? Dare I ask who’s persecuting them in their homelands?

By the law’s logic, Muhammadan terrorists entering the U.S. through its southwestern border should have a far better legal case for asylum than Latin Americans: “I’m from Pakistan. I’m an LGBTQ activist, fleeing Islamic oppression. You’d better believe it.”

If you can’t quite manage to locate the legally designated gate, and a “misguided” U.S. border agent attempts deportation, you may, nevertheless, “defend” yourself against U.S. law by—you’re getting the hang of it!—lodging an asylum claim.

The American lawmakers and jurists who legislate and adjudicate immigration generally have the migrant’s back, and will right away accept the “credible fear” yarn he spins. He will thus be granted face-time with a judge. Their stupidity (and venality) is also his signal to vamoose, never to be seen again.

Children are the charm, a magic amulet. Courtesy of the Flores Settlement Agreement, unaccompanied children or adults with children must be released after a brief timeout in well-appointed detention centers. (“Cages,” as Democrat ingrates call this generous gift from the put-upon American taxpayer.)

All a single male or childless couple needs to do is grab a child. Borrow one if there isn’t an urchin handy, and drag him along for the trip. However hirsute and ink-covered your juvenile is; he cannot be detained for longer than 20 days.

Next, “the child” and his adopted Caravan “family” (or predatory parent) rest up in detention, fill in asylum applications and are subsequently cut loose in the U.S. with a nod and wink. (“Come back for your court hearing, amigos, know what I mean? Grin grin, wink wink, nudge nudge, say no more,” as the old Monty Python skit goes.)

Ludicrous? American lawmakers—incontestable majorities on the Republican side included—don’t think so. Why else would they have kept these aberrant, catch-and-release, mickey-mouse laws in place?! …

…. READ THE REST. NEW COLUMN, “Asylum Laws: Are Lawmakers Committing Treason Against Americans?”, is currently on WND, the Unz Review and Townhall.com.

From Eagle Pass, Texas, To Your Neighborhoods, The Caravans Are Still Coming

Ann Coulter, Homeland Security, IMMIGRATION, Military, Nationhood

Egged on by Ann of Arc, representing Deplorables, the Trump administration has done something small but not insignificant, on the immigration front.

The latest in a string of caravans is also the first to be met with a martial response proper, on both sides of the border, west of Eagle Pass, Texas.

The Administration had discovered a clause in immigration law that lets it replace “catch and release” with “catch and return.” Once they lodge their claim for asylum, migrant interlopers must either remain in Mexico, or be returned to Mexico, to “await their immigration court hearing.”

Yes, from Eagle Pass, Texas, to your neighborhoods; the Caravans are still a coming.