In other words: blogging will be sporadic--expect me when you see me.
Today a reader shares some interesting, if rather depressing, news from the culture war. She writes as follows:
I thought you'd find this [from the Tonys--E.M.] as sad and unsurprising as I did. Of course, the Book of Mormon (written by the creators of South Park) was the big hit of the night and if you want to know what it's about you can read a synopsis on Wiki but watch out for language (the names of some of the characters are horrific). What I find even more disturbing is that Neil Patrick Harris, who hosted again this year, did an opening number all about how Broadway isn't just for gay people anymore. One of the lines:She shared this link as well.
"Attention every breeder, you're invited to the theater!"
I wonder if he considers his surrogate a breeder or just a uterus for hire?
Sigh. I used to love the theater. Not so much anymore.
This is the sort of thing I was getting at when I spoke of Hollywood's obvious bias in favor of leftist extremism. Out here in "flyover country" we tend to find the idea of paying some woman to rent out her womb so you can grow someone else's baby in order to create your ideal family a bit disturbing. But in Hollywood and on Broadway they think it's funny to joke about those matters--because they find us rubes and our attachment to the idea of the one father, one mother, biological children norm to be rather silly and bourgeois.
If they do succeed in recreating this nation in their image, we'd better be prepared to take the Benedict Option and preserve what we can of real faith and culture in small domestic monasteries (centered, perhaps, near large religious ones) until the madness is over. Which it will be, eventually, if history is any guide.