Raunchy Promiscuity and Quiet Extinction

Official records of sexually-transmitted diseases began in 1918, but the only war we seem to be fighting at the moment is the war against disease. And yet, while the public is subjected to strict rules to protect us against the coronavirus, no one suggests that the “best defence” against Covid-19 is “the consistent and correct use” of a face mask.

And while the Government declares war on obesity, the official approach to promiscuity is that it “can’t be helped” like drug abuse, crime and even terrorism — but unlike smoking, eating and drinking alcohol. Indeed, for decades now, school children have been taught that having sex is inevitable. No wonder abortion is also at sky-high levels.

But the West’s other war is against population, which paradoxically requires promiscuity to function. Instead of forming families, individuals are encouraged to remain as individuals because of the alleged cost of new life. And judging by our precipitously declining birth rate, that is one war that we seem to be “winning”.

Promiscuity and the price of free love by Ann Farmer

The wicked flourish for a time, and then blown away, forgotten.

Until their time for judgement comes up.

As for evil men, so it is for evil societies.

How are we to decide what is art and what is trash? I have discussed this question with middle school and high school students on my visits to more than 460 schools over the past 19 years. Most students reject my suggestion that I, or anybody, can distinguish between art and trash. They insist that there is no objective standard of value by which to judge, no fundamental criterion that allows anyone to say that one work of art is any better than another. “So you can’t say that Shakespeare’s Hamlet is a greater work of art than, say, Superbad?” I asked one group of high school students.

“Right!” one boy told me (in front of about 40 of his peers). “Personally, I think Hamlet sucks. What a bore! And Superbad was a great movie. One of the all-time best ever. But if you like Hamlet, that’s fine. What you like is none of my business. Whatever floats your boat.”

‘Good, Raunchy Fun,’ says The New York Times about this mega-hit song. Really? by Leonard Sax

The hatred of Law and Justice — indeed, the True, the Good, and the Beautiful — extends from the visual arts into music.

The corruption of the visual arts — aided by the tasteless rich, who want to own something not for it’s beauty or grace, but because no one else can afford it — is nicely described by North in his article Fools and Their Money: A Brief Note on the Super-Rich and Their Artistic Taste.

As for corrupt music, I recommend Hollywood’s Two-Tiered Hypocrisy: Making a Extra Buck on Moral Degradation and Dancing in the Suburbs of Hell (no paywall).

To continue with the article from the Catholic site, MercatorNet:

And most parents are not teaching them. UCLA researchers monitoring actual families found that when a parent and child return home, it’s now typical that at the end of that first hour back home, parent and child are each in a different room of the house, looking at different screens. If the child has earbuds or headphones, the parent may not even know what music the child is listening to.

‘Good, Raunchy Fun,’ says The New York Times about this mega-hit song. Really? by Leonard Sax

No separate screens. No bedroom television. One screen, controlled by the parents.

Children are not born knowing what makes Shakespeare or Beethoven great. They must be taught. If we do not teach them, they look to their peers and to the popular culture. And what might they now find there? Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion. Profanity as lyric. Vulgarity as normative.

In Proverbs 4:23 we read “Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it.” How you choose to entertain yourself influences the kind of person you are becoming. The teen who chooses to entertain herself listening to Cardi B and Bruno Mars will, over time, become a different person from the teen who chooses to entertain herself listening to Brahms or Mahler, or for that matter to Lena Horne or Sam Cooke or Bruce Springsteen or Adele.

It’s a matter of taste, yes. But your taste can be educated or ignorant, crude or sublime. Again, no child is born with sublime taste. Quite the contrary. They must be taught.

‘Good, Raunchy Fun,’ says The New York Times about this mega-hit song. Really? by Leonard Sax

The future rides with how covenant children, God’s people, are raised.

Good taste, like the Law of God, like the Divine meaning of life, like hard work and self-discipline, like the Gospel itself, must be taught.

Sara Thomas, a postdoctoral fellow at Northwestern University’s Feinberg School of Medicine, wondered why so many adolescent girls now feel obligated to share nude and semi-nude selfies. So she asked girls: why do you share these photos? The most common answer: because boys ask for them. Then she asked: why do you do what the boys ask you to do? The girls gave two answers: 1) because all the other girls are doing it; 2) because they don’t know how, or why, to say no.

‘Good, Raunchy Fun,’ says The New York Times about this mega-hit song. Really? by Leonard Sax

The Establishment is pleased.

Christians had better not raise their children to please the Establishment.

At Public Discourse, Jean Lloyd recently asked, why are a growing number of American girls fleeing womanhood? Lloyd was reviewing Abigail Shrier’s new book Irreversible Damage: the transgender craze seducing our daughtersin which Shrier documented that the proportion of American teen girls who say that they are actually boys has risen exponentially over the past decade. One part of the answer to Lloyd’s question, I suggest, is that American girls, viewing the gyrations of Cardi B and Kylie Jenner and Nicki Minaj and their minions in various #1 hit videos, say to themselves: if that’s what it means to be female, I want no part of it. If that’s what girls are supposed to do, then I am not a girl.

‘Good, Raunchy Fun,’ says The New York Times about this mega-hit song. Really? by Leonard Sax

The hatred of Our Betters has no bounds.

None at all.

Except… for the hatred of evil, of injustice, of lawlessness, of lies and (quiet) murders, of perversity and meaninglessness and hell.

That hatred is forbidden by the Right Sort.

Christians must love what God loves, and hate what God hates.

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