One really doesn’t know in which world one lives anymore.
It would appear than in the otherwise rather nice community of Encinitas, in California, some workers have made a mosaic of a “surfing Madonna”.
What is more disconcerting of this exercise is that the “work” has been executed by people whose intent was, clearly, not the one of being disrespectful. That their Catholicism is – or has become – a pale shadow of what it should be is very clearly shown by the real message the “artists” want to spread, to wit: “save the ocean”.
This would be just another episode of new age cum environmentalism stunt, mixing what is most sacred with a vague concept that the ocean be, in a way, sacred or, which is equally absurd, in danger of being destroyed. But the problem here is, as I see it, that this is not the work of people who have heard about the Blessed Virgin from the Los Angeles Times or MTV, but from people who truly should know better. They have depicted Mary praying with a rosary and are, therefore, somewhat acquainted with the utter respect and reverence with which everything concerning the Blessed Virgin must be treated.
Unsurprisingly, this being California, someone thought this something truly useful or not irreverent.
Even less surprising, this always being California, the local authorities have decided to have the “work” appraised, at the cost for the taxpayer of $ 2,000. Then they complain that they drown in an ….. ocean of debts. You don’t say?
Technically, says the author of the article, this is a graffiti.
Religiously, says the author of this blog, this is utter lack of reverence, a hijacking of the Blessed Virgin for a cretinous environ-mentalist message, and utter banalisation of what is sacred.
I wonder what the “artists” who have done this will think next: Jesus attacking a nuclear plant with a “Greenpeace” banner perhaps?
In Italy they say that “the mother of the idiot is always pregnant”.
How right they are.
As reported in a clearly festive and non-judgmental mood by what is becoming the most lavender-reeking newspaper in England, the once great “Daily Telegraph”, Sir (or should I say: Dame) Elton John has now – probably tired of other extravagancies – hired a uterus and procured a baby to be adopted by his lady-male-friend and himself.
The fact that this symbol of perversion is now 63 does not add anything to the monstrosity of the matter (men, and I mean real ones, have had children at old age in all ages past, particularly if they had the need to ensure descendants to family or kingdom), but helps one to understand to what extent the perversion of modern times makes a god of every ego-driven whim.
The man is not only old. He is homosexual to boot. His desire to “adopt a child” is not due to his thinking that Golden Retriever puppies are not original enough, or that – after Madonna’s episode – taking a black child away from his father and enlarged family is not so cool anymore. No, his uterus-hiring exercise is the product of the same militant poofdom which prompted him to have a so-called civil partnership contracted on the first day of this becoming legal in what was once a great Empire and has now become a laboratory for perversion experiments.
Dame Elton has an agenda. His decision is not about a man wanting to become a father, but about a fag wanting to show that he can become a father. For this, Labrador puppies are not good enough.
No doubt, this latest monstrosity (which would have terrified the most rabid feminists of 100, or even 50 years ago and would have been considered an absurdity even by homos themselves until very recent times) will be saluted by Satanic England as the newest achievement in the march toward “equality” and celebration of “diversity”.
These are the times we live in and even the supposedly conservative “Telegraph” sees it fitting to make of this just another “celebrity” article.
Time to wake up, folks.