Throwing down so I don't throw up
Some things crack me up. Seriously. You have to laugh or you'll cry.
One of those things is the way progressiliberals give a no-expiration-date pass to just about anyone who supports their narrative.
That's all it takes! Shill for the left, gain permanent full immunity.
(The "me too" movement is an anomaly in this regard but it fits because the targets are men. And I'm not defending anyone's actions; I'm just saying. Being a straight male is dangerous, much like being white.)
You may have heard that Aretha Franklin, the "Queen of Soul," passed away last week.
Long Live the Queen 1942-2018 with a big picture of her in younger days, is plastered on LED billboards in the Columbia area.
Rest in peace, Aretha. I have nothing against you personally; I didn't know you.
And it isn't my intention to speak ill of the dead.
However, it's well documented that Ms. Franklin was a prominent rank-and-file liberal.
Since, not being a fan, I knew very little about Aretha's recording career, out of curiosity I took the time to read up on that.
In one article there was a glowing mention of an early hit -- a "heartbreaking ballad" entitled Ain't No Way.
It mentioned not only Aretha's signature treatment of both lyric and tune, but also the spectacular backup vocal provided by Cissy Houston, mother of the late Whitney Houston.
That sounded interesting, so I checked it out on YouTube.
It's a nice number if you are into that sort of thing. The songwriter was Aretha's little sister, Carolyn.
What struck me was the song's unambiguous central message:
I know that a woman's duty is to help and love a man
And that's the way it was planned.
She belted it out. With conviction. Without a laugh track.
And I wondered how it is that the Queen of Soul wasn't summarily skewered for singing such a thing.
Because it's the truth. And progressives aren't big on the truth.
One might go so far as to say that they are not permitted to speak the truth.
That being the case, where are the militant activist LGBTQXYZ community today as Aretha is enthusiastically, rhapsodically, reverentially, universally idolized, patronized, eulogized -- all but canonized?
Why aren't the feminists gathering, spewing crazed invective à la Ashley Judd, sporting their unspeakably vulgar pink knitted hats?
Why aren't they outraged, spitting tacks, marching on Washington, organized, loud and proud, to trash the sacred memory of a vocalist who had the audacity to invoke the man superior/woman submissive relationship as being the way it was planned?
Even if she did record the song fifty years ago.
Because these days, no matter how long ago certain people said, tweeted, wrote, or thought something that doesn't fall in lockstep with liberal ideology, they get called out on it. Publicly.
Can you imagine what would happen if Sarah Huckabee Sanders stepped up to the microphone of the James S. Brady Press Briefing Room in the West Wing and spoke those words -- even if she were merely quoting the lyric?
It'd go viral. Twitter would explode, then melt down to a smoking ruin. Frenzied liberals worldwide would be foaming at the mouth in three, two, one.
A woman's duty? To help and love a man? Them's fighting words. If young girls hear that, they'll be irreparably harmed. Suffer a fifty-year cultural setback. Require therapy and medication.
Millennials and Gen Zs alike would scurry to their safe spaces, tragically triggered, to alternately suck their thumbs and hyperventilate.
Sarah Sanders wouldn't be allowed to buy a hamburger at McDonald's, much less get a table at Nobu.
Aretha also loved her furs. In recent years, when she performed live (even at Obama's White House), indoors, she sported everything from mink jackets to mink stoles to full-length mink coats.
For all I know, she had mink pajamas.
She loved to throw the furs around and drop them on the floor as she strutted the stage.
In the East Room the crowd swooned, riveted in rapturous adoration of the mink-clad black soul chanteuse. Barack wiped away a crocodile tear as Michelle grooved beside him.
Sycophants.
Because according to the left, it's bad to raise and kill hundreds of little animals just so you can wear their pelts. Unethical. Cruel. Evil.
Something only the vilified (if they're conservative) one percent can afford to do.
Crazed reps of PeTA are poised to douse you in chicken blood (or worse) if you appear in public garbed in such a politically incorrect manner.
Unless you're one of them. Politically, that is.
Turns out it's A-OK to wear fur and sing an outrageously traditional, utterly anachronistic, unabashedly non-feminist -- therfore TRUE -- lyric, as long as you're a card-carrying liberal.
Proving once gain: Liberalism is a mental disease.
With due respect to the memory of Aretha's talent and success, I call them all what they are: Tools.
Disingenuous, deceived and deceitful, duped and doomed, hypocritical tools.
Something to ponder as this glorious week begins.
And that is all for now.
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Happy Monday
Reader Comments (4)
Jenny Weber
I love you!
And that is all for now
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You are spot on! I don't understand how so many that grew up singing gospel and still do at times, can hold onto that and the evil that is the liberal agenda at the same time, For that matter, I don't understand how anyone who professes to be a Christian can vote for that agenda either. And I know many that do! While I'm at it, I don't understand how anyone can hang on to that way of thinking period! It makes no sense - save the whales but kill the babies, let everyone in defend the illegals that are committing crimes... Now you got me going!
@Sally ... right back at you lovely lady! xoxo
@Mari ... arrrrrrgh I hear you and then some. It makes me pirate blood boil! xoxo
Tell it Sister!!!! AMEN!