This past Sunday witnessed another self-congratulatory celebration by the holograms of Hollywood posing as real people. Disgusting!

 

The highlight was the glowing praise and standing ovations for the first Transgender person to win as part of a duo singing the 2022 hit song “Unholy”, performed by ‘non binary’ pop star Sam Smith, dressed as Satan, and transgender singer Kim Petras. The night was sponsored by Pfizer.

 

The song tells the touching story of how an obviously sexually-frustrated married man gets all he wants from someone who doesn’t cause him any drama (words in the lyrics), skipping out for a triste whenever his wife is out, even leaving the kids at home alone:

 

“Mummy don’t know Daddy’s getting hot

At the Body Shop

Doin’ something unholy

He’s sat back while she’s droppin’ it

She be poppin’ it

Yeah, she put it down slowly

Oh-ee-oh-ee-oh, he left his kids at

Ho-ee-oh-ee-ome so he can get that

Mummy don’t know Daddy’s getting hot.”

 

This is apparently now considered the pinnacle of artistic expression that our kids are being exposed to daily?

No one’s asking me, but if someone was to inquire what I would do about this if I still had kids at home, my response would be quick:

 

“First, put my foot through the TV, with a running advance; then burn it in the backyard burn barrel; then throw it over a cliff; then finally, scale down the cliff face to make sure it was really dead, unable to ever inflict its poison and hurt on unsuspecting, innocent people again!”