Social Meltdown

America is in a meltdown!

Society has been and continues to be turned upside down and inside out.  More criminals roam the streets in metropolitan areas than there are police. Prisons overflow with violent male and female criminals, a large portion of whom are drug addicts.  Hordes of illegal uneducated invaders migrate to already overcrowded ghettos to overburden already overburdened social-aid groups, even as they demand their “rights.”

Public courtesy by drivers and pedestrians both, is disappearing—‘road rage’ is common—while immorality and vice stalks what used to be a highly moral society—a society so brainwashed large portions of it turn its collective back on heroes who dare to challenge open practitioners of sexual sins and infanticide.  Does anyone remember Anita Bryant decades ago?

Brainwashing, begun in kindergarten, continues in massive doses through the so-called “drive by” news agencies owned by out-of-sight, unknown media moguls who plan and  profit from the eventual total worldwide control of information under the “new world order.'”

Illegitimacy is commonplace as well as acceptable—infanticide by abortion is equally acceptable, although child abuse while a growing problem is still frowned upon. Scatological language among school children as well as adults is no longer a thing to be abhorred.  Stories increase from ‘public’ schools on drug use, bathroom sex, plans to commit violent acts against other students and administrators alike. Sex education becomes more graphic and begins at lower and lower grades despite some parental disapproval. The ‘experts” know best.

Opponents of the cultural change harangue their listeners to do ‘this’ or ‘that’ to oppose these changes in this once moral and reasonably stable nation, but rare is the leader who recognizes there is a common source for this downgrading of society – a source which has had acceptance and entre’ around the world in every nation since 1946—and no one challenges it or mentions it anymore.  The word ‘communism’ has disappeared from our vocabulary as if it had never been and no longer exists, but it is very much alive and functioning in our society without the title but with the same stealth it always operated under, particularly in the United States, its  target nation. 

Benjamin Gitlow, premier American Communist, revealed  a technique used by the OGPU in the Spanish “civil” war, to “transform brains into putty,” coupled with drugs, alcohol, striking colors, surrealistic designs, kaleidoscopic whirls of brightly colored projections, perpetually changing forms, colors and positions, now  a commonplace on American dance floors!  Even more recently Pastor John Lomacang reports 400 million Harry Potter books in 65 languages sold for children around the world, captivating  minds of young children with magic spells, and channelling.  While Dr. David Noebel  wrote extensively about the effects of The Marxist Minstrels, A Handbook on Communist Subversion of Music, which attacked an entire generation of American youth, making them susceptible to even more degenerative and decadent activities,  separating many from their families, their country, and their God.

Gitlow pointed out that “today’s methods are more subtle, more involved, the intrigues more circumspect, and their diplomatic duplicity is wove in such Mephistophelian threads that it is difficult to put one’s finger on the origin of the infamy….or to grasp the content of Lenin’s moral system, a system which justified every violation of the moral code, including the commission of the most heinous crimes, providing revolutionary objectives were benefited.”

Marxists knew the results of their activities –they had already seen the results of their work. Soon after World War II, foreign correspondent Leland Stowe with Radio Free Europe toured countries handed over to the Soviets on the cessation of hostilities.  He had access to reports which were the ‘single most authoritative record of life under the Communist regimes in existence.’

In the March, 1955, Reader’s Digest, Stowe summarized his findings under the banner:  “Sexual license: key Soviet strategy.”  According to Stowe, it was then going on in every European nation under Communist control: “unrestrained sexual license is the principal means by which the Communist regimes seduce their young people and chain them to Moscow’s objectives.” The promotion of free-love resulted in a “rampant scourge of promiscuity afflicting a majority among some 25 million satellite youths.”

Theirs was a ‘proximity policy,’ that is the housing of the sexes in co-ed dormitories even as virginity before marriage was ridiculed and the sex urge described as '”just another appetite” like food and drink.

The consequence of this promotion of debauchery resulted in major increases in illegitimacy and venereal disease. No shame was attached to the birth of illegitimate children and the mother was urged to turn the child over to the state.

Stowe said, “In all the satellite countries the lifting or moral restraint on sex has led to a shocking increase in juvenile crime and a devil-may-care self-indulgence in all things.  In the big cities especially, young people have adopted apache manners, heav y drinking and swaggering toughness.”

Soviet rulers had previous experience with these concepts within the borders of the USSR, so they anticipated these very results which produced in the targets  a lack of concern for others, much less care about the activities of government.  Earlier, when the Soviet Revolution in 1917 succeeded with the help of financiers in America, the revolutionists dedicated to all forms of anarchy,  installed the progressive and revolutionary concepts of education of John Dewey.  Fifteen years later in 1932 the results had been so disastrous, Soviet rulers yanked it out of their schools.  The hitherto stable life of Russian peasants had been turned upside down.  The backbone of Russian life, the family unit, had been broken,  roving gangs of criminal youths roamed city streets.  From their own bitter experience the Soviets learned the ‘progressive’ system was a weapon of social destruction of mores and morals.  Education was returned to learning by rote.

The same atheistic philosophy has been promoted and dominated American public education ever since 1946 when control of the educational system was turned over to the Marxist-Socialist dominated United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization through the machinations of a group of known Communists and their American sympathizers.

Thus when Khrushchev predicted Americans would eventually live under a socialist system he spoke with authority.  Not only did he know the results,  he knew the weapon to bring this about was already in place, through the successful implantation of control of American education through the State Department , after Dumbarton Oaks, Bretton Woods and San Francisco, all dominated by the coterie of Soviet agents present but on the American payroll! Particularly, through the work of Alger Hiss, chief executive and Soviet agent.

Some few years later a Senate Committee wrote the then Secretary of State:  “It becomes necessary due to the gravity of the situation to call your attention to a condition that developed and still flourishes in the State Department under the administration of Dean Acheson.  It is evident that there is a deliberate calculated program being carried out not only to protect communist personnel in high places but to reduce security and intelligence protection to a nullity.  On file in the department is a copy of a preliminary report of the FBI on Soviet espionage activities in the United States which involves a large number of State Department employees, some in high official positions.  This report has been challenged and ignored by those charged with the responsibility of administering the department with the apparent tacit approval of Mr. Acheson.  Should this case break before the State Department acts, it will be a national disgrace.  Voluminous files are on hand in the department proving the connections of the State Department employees and officials of this Soviet espionage ring.”

It never happened, of course.

The Mattachine Society

This morning’s news via the 700 Club carried a story another homosexual minister was to be ordained as a bishop in  the Episcopal Church. That recalled  memories which supersede further discussion on the chemicals in our food which I had planned to continue writing!

It was approximately 1976, when the charismatic movement was big and I wanted to learn more about it so I began watching Pat Robertson  who many times featured an Episcopal minister on his 700 Club, so when I heard a local Episcopal church was promoting a “life in the spirit” evening class I determined to attend and invited my mother to go with me.  Momma was resisting being “born again, ” said she was tired of being preached at,  but, nevertheless, the class promised a diversion from sitting home alone, so she agreed to go with me.

The first meeting was marred.  We were confined to a small stuffy room with no moving air, no open windows,  and both the “priest” and his wife smoked!  Not only did it seem inappropriate, but it was very rude since there was no way for the seated “prisoners” to escape!

I decided to write a letter to tell  him  I could not imagine The Christ delivering the Sermon on the Mount or John the Baptist preaching with a cigarette between his fingers.  As far as I was concerned, I told him in my letter,  he could smoke all he wanted but to do it under the of a closed room with no circulation, approached the unforgiveable!

In a few days I received a phone call in which he said he read my letter to his congregation which had long wanted him to give up the habit.  He promised not to smoke at the classes so Mother and I attended.  He didn’t promise to quit smoking, however, and so it wasn’t strange a few years later to see him at a funeral and he was still smoking!  Anyway. Mother and I went to his classes on his promise not to asphyxiate us (I had smoked myself for 20 years and was up to 2 packs at day by the end, but had long before quit cold turkey)

At the end of the week’s study on the Holy Spirit, he gave an invitation at the altar to receive Jesus as Lord and Savior and Momma was the first one there!   Mother and I discussed the week’s  program and realized neither of us had ever attended a high church Sunday service.  We decided to attend the following Sunday.

We arrived early. so the sanctuary was pretty empty.  We  usually attended regularly at Chuck Smith’s Santa Ana church and always sat on end seats fairly well down front.  This made it easy to leave if we needed to, without crawling over anyone’s knees.  This was particularly important for me as in those days I often had a spasm of a heart artery, a condition which can be excruciatingly painful.  I  always carried a nitroglycerin pump with me but was reluctant by using it to advertise to the whole church my condition.  

Don’t ask me why, cause I don’t know, on this Sunday we had our choice of the entire sanctuary. So we went to the center, sat in the center row in the center as well as from side to side. Seats filled in around us as the church filled, so we were pretty well hemmed in by the time a  solemn procession filed down the middle aisle, altar boys carrying pennants and incense burners followed by the priest in elaborate robes,  proceeded  to the altar where the priest took his place behind the podium.

He began with an announcement of an important meeting on the patio after the service:  a representative was present to speak to congregants about ordaining homosexual priests.

I looked at Mother. She looked back at me. I said, “You know,  if we left now, we could still get to Chuck’s on time.”  There was a moment’s silence.  I knew she was assessing our predicament, even as I had before even mentioning our  leaving  to her,  sitting in the center, in the middle of a row, with not less than 20 legs to be crawled over on our way to the exit.  For a moment I was afraid she was going to say no.

“Okay,” she said, “Let’s go.”

Mother was dauntless.  The priest’s had continued with his announcements and in the midst of the  next one, whatever it may have been, I don’t know, because we rose.  Even as we were standing up, I knew he stopped speaking to watch this phenomenon.  Getting past all the sitting knees between us and the aisle, and then proceeding up the aisle to the double exit door, was not easy and there was a deathly silence.  We made it!  I then realized the total silence which had fallen, when we stood up in mid-sentence so to speak.  What could you expect from a couple of women who couldn’t tolerate cigarette smoke in a closed room? 

We were  a tad late to Chuck’s and didn’t get our usual seats, but we were there! The very first time I attended Chuck’s church years before, it was nearly  Christmas,  and I heard him reading Scripture to say, “And on earth peace to men of good will—” Not “good will to men.”  It makes a difference. That’s when and why we started attending his church.

Not long afterward this awkward moment,   we went to a ladies’ retreat in the mountains given by Chuck's church.  Kay Smith, his wife,  was the leader. It was only 3 days long but once again the invitation to accept Jesus as the Christ sacrificed for our sins was given.   Mother literally ran down to the  altar. I think she thought it might not have taken at the Episcopal Church the month before!

The priest’s announcement of a homosexual present to speak of ordaining one as a priest in that church, I  remembered some years before  when a man came to see me. who reminded me of descriptions of Alger Hiss’s nemesis, Whittaker Chambers, pudgy, shabby and unkempt.   This man explained he was looking for a place to finish writing a book about the Mattachine Society of which I had never heard.  He introduced himself as a former reporter for the Los Angeles Herald.  Although I invited him in it was not without misgivings, but as I recall now from a far distance, he did stay a few days.

A local doctor concerned about what was happening to our country  made arrangements for a permanent place for Fred Seelig to finish his book, Destroy the Accuser. That did happen some time later, but when Fred first came to the door I was somewhat doubtful.

During his stay he told me about a secret society, The Mattachine Society, organized to promote homosexuals by a Communist Party organizer, Harry Hay.  Many prominent people belonged to it.  Fred had sued his wife for divorce when he discovered she was a practicing lesbian and  was using their two children.  He showed me pictures of her French kissing the little boy. 

He had not anticipated  having any problems with the divorce so he was astonished when the Judge awarded her the divorce and custody of the children!  That was when first learned  of the organization, and he set out on a nationwide search to learn more about this organization, gathering documentary evidence along the way.  In Texas he was seized without papers by U.S. Marshals and removed to the Federal Insane Asylum in Missouri where he spent nearly two years. His files were confiscated.  I suppose it might have been about 1962-3, as I recall Robert Kennedy was Attorney General.

It was a long sad story before Seelig’s book was published and he sent me a copy.  During that time I found no one had ever heard of the Mattachine Society which came and a few years later went and to be superseded by a more radical organization. I noted that Obama’s appointment of Kevin Jennings as one of his Czars, was proud to identify himself as having been mentored by Harry Hay, the Communist founder of the Mattachines.

Hay appeared before a  Congressional  committee in July, 1955 but he refused to answer questions on his CPUSA membership and took the Fifth Amendment .  But when the Internet came along a few years later, he made no secret of it. Rather he boasted of it. 

Anyway, they are all out of the closet now, and Obama  declared last year that June, the traditional wedding month,  is now homosexual month, and  the Episcopal Church has added another Bishop.  Their first such appointment split the church and created the founding of an Anglican Church which split from them.  Presumably there will be more – if there are that many people left who care.

THE THIRD GENDER

Why do you suppose I nearly always start my blogs by saying, “A long time ago” or maybe “Many years ago”? because that’s what I have to say now, many years ago, which will be prehistoric for most of you, I am sure, but anyway, that’s when it was, a long time ago, when  I went to school in a suburb of Boston.  This was so long ago it was before WWII!

In our high school history classes we (my sister and I) had a wonderful instructor, Edward Rowe Snow. Every student should have an instructor like Mr. Snow. He made you glad to be an American!

He was known as the Flying Santa Claus because each Christmas for years, students collected gifts which he delivered by dropping them from  his small plane at  lighthouses up and down the East Coast.  Now, of course, automation has replaced the lonely life of the Light Tenders.

Mr. Snow was a history teacher at the local high school my sister and I attended in our junior and senior years.  We had transferred there from the midwest.  We were signed up for English History, ancient history and American history.  Mostly what we got was the history of the Revolution in the Boston area which many residents boasted was the “cradle of liberty.”  Histories of those epic-making Revolutionary War days, make you realize how great the people of that era really were and what they endured to get out from under tyranny.

Come Isummer Mr. Snow was known to canoe   groups of teens  to the islands in Boston harbor, particularly, as I recall,  Governor’s Island which has the remains of a fort.

This became of particular interest to Mr. and Mrs. Snow one time when he related the story of one prisoner who escaped,  as I recall, through heating a gun slit, expanding the opening allowing him to slip out the  narrow aperture.

One of Mr. Snow’s more aggressive students, Priscilla,  decided to try this, except she didn’t have anything to heat the stone with, she just tried to get through the gun slit and found it was too small (or her hips were too wide) but neither could she back out!

I wasn’t there that time, but we were in the same class, so I  heard about it and also from her brother, Eugene, who spent his evenings on our front porch.  Once,  with the connivance of our father, Euie pulled a dirty, dirty trick on my sister and me.  I’ll tell you in a moment, but back to Priscilla who was stuck in the window. 

Mrs. Snow sent all the fellows packing so she could remove some of Priscilla’s more intimate garments and oiled her down with salad dressing to get her unstuck from the gun slit! This story was told so often It became an historical anecdote!

Euie, her brother, was working his way thru college in Boston on a  program in which he went to school for 6 weeks and then worked 6 weeks.  So he had a job in a factory where they made gum which looked like Feenamint, but he said,  wasn’t. (Maybe you mikght not know, Feenamint was a laxative.)  My sister and I were at choir practice one night when Euie came to the house.  In our absence he  left some of the gum pellets with our father. When we returned home the open package of gum was conspicuously placed right under the hanging Tiffany lamp over the center of the round oak dining room table.  It was so conspicuous, I was suspicious.  Not so my sister.  Oh, no!  She who rarely chewed gum grabbed a handful.  I took just one.   If  they weren’t Feenamints, they were the next best to it. 

The next day Margie spent her time making numerous very rapid trips to the head, at the top of the stairs on the second floor. It was the only bath in a remodeled sewing room in this 1880’s Victorian frame house. 

On one hurried trip up the stairs, she met our father halfway, paused  with his arms extended from the wall to the balustrade. “What’s your hurry?” he asked her.

“Come on, daddy,”  she squealed, “I’ve got to go!”  She pleaded with him and eventually,  he allowed her to pass. 

That 3-story Victorian frame house  we rented contained furniture I always wondered  how it  managed to get to the second floor bedroom my sister and I shared, it was so large.  Ignorant of antiques, yet I could not help admire a huge black walnut ladies’ dressing table in a corner of the bedroom, containing an exquisite  tall mirror between two marble-topped side arms over a drawer.  (I was so ignorant of antiques I did not like that Tiffany lamp hanging over the dining room table and the first time I saw the Antiques Roadshow, I revised my opinion of Tiffany lamps, and wondered whatever happened to it?)

All that was long before WWII and it wasn’t until 1974 I could return on a business trip from California to the Boston area and again in 1979.    I discovered Mr. Snow was still making trips around the Harbor, but now it was on a large boat for tourists.  Of course, I had to make the trip and hurried off to buy a ticket and board the ship.  ship. I sat next to the railing on the top deck and as Mr. Snow came aboard to narrate from a glass-shielded cabin, he saw me,  and looked rather puzzled, as if he knew he should know me. When he finished greeting his admirers, I went over to him and said, “Class of ‘40.”  Open Sesame! 

To the consternation of the other tourists I was invited to ride with him in the glass enclosure from which he narrated the sights we were seeing.   Eventually we docked at Governor’s Island where I decided to break this up and took refuge in the ladies loo where I waited and waited and waited.  I did not want to climb and walk the trail to the fort, my shoes were not convenient for such a ramble. and  my feet hurt already.

When I thought enough time passed,  I opened the door to find a long line of tourists waiting impatiently  immediately outside the rest room door.  I stood on the threshold,  shocked, with LADIES emblazoned  over my head.  Although Mr. Snow was out of sight,  I  heard him roaring,  “Where is she?  Where is she?”  There was nowhere to flee . Every eye in that long line shifted to the opening door where I stood in shock.  I saw their  puzzled faces wondering who was this mystery woman?  As I stepped down, resigned to my fate, and passed  to the front of the line, I muttered over and over, “Class of 40, Class of 40.” With a collective sigh, the line relaxed!

The only thing important about that anecdote is the expression, “Cradle of liberty.”  I don’t know what has happened to those people, once so proud of their heritage.  Why would they keep voting the late Ted Kennedy back into office with his miserable record? What pray tell, could he know about the average working man’s life?  We thought of him as “Chappaquiddick Dick” and scarcely adequate material for so exalted a position as a U.S. Senator.  Well, what did we know?  I guess by now there are worse who have born that once honorable title.

And now, the area is the “Cradle of License!”  More of the aberrant futuristic ugliness seems to be passing through their State Legislature than most of the other states combined!

The Supreme Court of Massachusetts, it was said, recognized Alger Hiss’s guilt as a Soviet spy, but since he was only found guilty of perjury, they restored his right to practice law, plus he was able to collect a government pension until he died.

Massachusetts was also the first state to get into the third gender controversy as well.  Of course, now the State has the help of the Feds with Obama proclaiming June as “Lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgender pride month,” according to news reports.  So, even though the Legislature of Massachusetts had to cut government costs all down the line, they still raised funds for “homosexual programs in the public schools.” which apparently has a strong lobby in the State House. even though there is  strong resistance, as well. (MassResistance.com, P.O. Box 1612,  Waltham, MA 02454)

You can’t help but wonder how such a small percentage of people could wield such power at the State and national levels, because traditionally there aren’t over 3% of the populace into that culture.  However, I remember that a member of the Communist Party vowed to change that, and apparently he has.

Harry Hay was an organizer for the CPUSA who appeared before a government committee in July, 1955, where he took the 5th Amendment in response to his Communist Party membership.

This is interesting in view of the appointment by Mr. Obama of a man named Kevin Jennings as “Czar” of safety for children in school.  It seems that Mr. Jennings in a 1997 speech boasted of his relationship with Harry Hay who was his “mentor.” Mr. Jennings doesn’t keep his identity as a member of the 3rd gender a secret either.   Hay had a web site for several years before his death where he did not hide his relationship with the CPUSA, either. 

Hay read the discredited Kinsey report in 1948 which incited him to found in 1950 a secret society he called The Mattachine Society, after Renaissance males who hid their faces behind masks.  Very appropriate title, but since then has been superseded by more radical non-secret societies, which have gained a surprising amount of support among non-gay society.  You can find more information in my book, In the Presence of Our Enemies, and if you haven’t a copy, but want one, let me know for there is much more to tell.

The sad thing is  its  entre’ into the younger classes of Massachusetts’ schools, now no longer the cradle of liberty, but of license.  The assault s on the foundations of this country are immense, but sadly, most Americans are so brainwashed they don’t even recognize this.

Anti-Americanism

Anti-Americanism has been having a field day since the last election—it is, so to speak, and at long last, “out of the closet,”  having operated stealthily for sixty years, yet most Americans are still unaware American schools have been and are an adjunct of the most viciously anti-American organization ever conceived.  Despite its dismal and appalling history, the United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization is a largely unknown quantity to American parents whose children attend UNESCO controlled schools and study from UNESCO approved textbooks.

When George W. Bush appeared before the U.N. September 10, 2009, and pledged return of U.S. participation in UNESCO, he said the agency had “reformed.”  How he knew that and just what that reformation entailed he did not elaborate, so Americans were forced to take his word for it, but can a leopard really change its spots?

From its very beginnings UNESCO was designed to change the culture of the United States by seizing control of education in order to remodel children’s beliefs in God and country.  What do you think created the so-called “flower children,” turned teen agers against their parents and the way of life exhibited in stable family units.  UNESCO and its spokesmen (and women) made no secret of their end goal – to create a government of the world in which the United States chosen to finance the global group, had no more than 1 vote – equal to the smallest, newly-created, never- existed before province in darkest Africa with no history of self-government.

UNESCO literature was rampant with talk of this new world government but when challenged,  its spokesperson, whoever,  would immediately deny that truth.  Journalist and commentator of long standing, John T. Flynn, wrote “If there is anything UNESCO dislikes, it is patriotism.  It wants to replace it with what it calls ‘world mindedness.’ In order to bring this about, it must wipe out of the minds of our youngsters respect and admiration and love for American traditions and the American way of life and instill in their place respect and admiration and love for all the countries of the world.  Logically, this could only be respect and admiration and love for the socialist and fascist and communist way of life which is prevalent in those countries.” 

So our American history textbooks had to be rewritten. That’s  when the American Revolution disappeared from texts, and along with it,  any stories of the heroes and valiant and sturdy men who emerged from the struggle to create a new form of government.  UNESCO’s Prof. Lauwery decreed children should not learn anything about George Washington because they might want to emulate him!  Lauwery said so, and then suddenly Washington’s birthday disappeared from our calendars with hardly a ripple. Just as the crosses later disappeared from our national cemeteries.  If you see a picture of a sea of crosses, the picture did not originate in the U.S., but overseas.  Here we either have white headstones or plates on the ground. 

It was Truman who endorsed UNESCO and signed the founding documents and declared “The role which education will play officially must be conditioned essentially by policies established by the State Department in this country…The United States Office of Education must be prepared to work effectively with the State Department and with UNESCO.” He knew since at least 1939 about Hiss and White planted in the Government in State and in Treasury as Soviet agents, even though he denied it until confronted by Herbert Brownell, Attorney General.  Hiss and White were prime in putting the UN, IMF, World Bank, UNESCO together, along with a then unidentified cadre of Soviet agents, not to mention an equal number of members of the almost equally secret CFR. 

In 1952 one UNESCO protestor, Mrs. Stephanie Williams, held  pictures of the UN flag and the Soviet Arms Flag up to view.   She thought it strange they were so much alike.  She did not know the UN flag was designed by an American who had been in the OSS and was transferred with almost 10,000 others from that organization into the State Department at war’s end.  This one happened to be another secret Soviet agent even as he designed the UN flag—and in many instances since those far away days, it has been flown alongside and even above our Old Glory, and if they have their way, will eventually replace the Stars and Stripes.  Why do you think the Department of Education had been strengthened with every White House incumbent since.  Although Mr. Reagan promised to get rid of it, he couldn’t then nor can it be now. 

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Honors for the last Beatle

Last Dec. 28, 2011 I sat through a portion of a dreary “honors” ceremony at Kennedy Center.  Why did I subject myself to such an interminable evening?   I wanted to hear what would be said about Paul McCartney, last of the “Beatles,” inasmuch as they were thrust upon our society with a resounding bang and it was all downhill from there!  I couldn’t imagine why he should be honored in the U.S. at the supposedly prestigious Kennedy Center. What has he contributed to upgrade our society?

On their first  visit to the U.S. in 1964, their press officer, Derek Taylor, described them as,  “incredible, absolutely incredible,...Here are these four boys from Liverpool.  They’re rude, they’re profane, they’re vulgar, and they’ve taken over the world.  It’s as if they had founded a new religion.  They’re completely anti-Christ.  I mean, I am anti-Christ as well, but they’re so anti-Christ, they shock me, which isn’t an easy thing.”  

So what changed to bring out an  impressive crowd, suitably garbed in black tie?  What did this quartet of rowdies do to rate the riches, garnishments, plaudits they received from the thousands of teen-agers and young adults in which they basked?

That night I hoped in vain McCartney might be among the early nominees, but  apparently he was last, although I can’t be sure whether anyone followed him or whether he was, indeed, the apex! because I turned it off after his introduction by which time I was quite tired of the whole thing.  He sat next to the Obamas in a side balcony, where his  thin, dyed reddish tresses showed up quite clearly in the overhead spotlight.  The Obamas, I heard,  were going on vacation and  I squelched the thought when are they NOT on vacation? 

Clearly the whole event was designed to honor those of the left in what  remains of our so-called cultural circles. One featured item was Jerry Herman’s La Cage aux Folle,  an early entry years ago in the homosexual battle for equal rights as if these afflicted people were a special race of some kind.  The plot was a glamorized story of two males, living together, raising a straight son. Kind of a remake of Auntie Mame, and was an early not-so subtle weapon in the sex war which  began after the publication of the many-flawed Kinsey Report.  Just as in Auntie Mame a huge crucifix was mounted on the back wall for the second act.  And guess who came to laud the production?  Angela Lansbury.  I liked her in Auntie Mame, but I didn’t on December 28, 2010!

Alec Baldwin apparently was practicing for his next job as a narrator for musical events, praised McCartney, saying he had “married rock and roll to beauty, and created many of our favorite songs,” and marveled at him as “ the great musical adventure of the 20th Century.”   Nothing said, however, about the Beatles’ contribution to the downgrading of American culture, a decline both sad and deplorable.

All this  adulation pored out upon this icon recalled to mind Dr. David Noebel’s revelations about rock and roll music, and its principal source:   Lenin’s desire to “rework culture,” to build “a proletarian (Communist) culture,”  for which the Russian Association of Proletarian Musicians was formed to carry on the war.  “The comrades were assured that classical music was ’bourgeois,’ whereas folk music was the music of the ‘exploited and oppressed classes.’“ 

Dr. Noebel said the goal was “the extension of proletarian Communist influence …to direct …creative talents toward socialist upbuilding.’”  and quotes a columnist lauding the Beatles “have gone further than all the contemporary folk song writers in that they are not so obvious in their philosophy.” (from Marxist Minstrels, 1974, A Handbook on Communist Subversion of Music). Dr. Noebel pointed out their “drenched-in-drugs album, ‘Sgt Peppers’ Lonely Hearts Club Band,’ featured a montage of ‘faces crowding about themselves.  Ringo frankly admits, ‘We just thought we would like to put together a lot of people we like and admire.’  Among these was Karl Marx.’” (same source)

So notorious did this quartet of demoralizing songsters become,  the Saturday Evening Post was moved to write of the decline of the British Empire and charged the Beatles as “antic anesthetists.”  That was bad enough but in 1964 the British Government handed the Beatles an MBE (British Empire Award) and says the Queen announced this on her birthday.  Dr. Noebel noted in time past “such honors came to men and women who had accomplished a great deal in the field of arts, letters, business, science and medicine, i.e., men and women had a spent a lifetime working to make something of themselves and to contribute to the welfare and knowledge of their fellowmen.” 

Consequently, Dr. Noebel relates, medals were returned –“poured back to the Queen in protest from all over the world.”  One protester returned “all 12 of his medals.  This man had won all his awards in WWI and WWII, and the Afghan Campaign.”  He wrote a letter of protest along with them and removed the Labor Party from his will!

John Lennon so reverently revered by the American press, especially since his assassination, was devoted to the concepts of revolution which apparently appeared in many of their songs – I don’t know—I never listened, nor was their music ever part of our family life.  He wrote a song ‘Working Class Hero’ which he described as “a song for the revolution.” “A working class hero is something to be.” He handed,  at a dinner one night to two known radicals,  an envelope with $5,000 and the NY columnist who wrote it up,  quoted Lennon saying he “hoped some of the money would assist members of the SDS (Students for a Democratic Society) being sought for several bomb outrages.”   There are, of course, pages and pages regaling  the outrages inflicted on the public by these four radicals, all while counting out the shekels and dispensing their favors to the youth of our land.

Dr.Noebel summed it up:  “Drugs, promiscuous sex, and the Beatles’ consistent anti-Christian stance account for the basic reasons for the New Left’s honeymoon with the English teddy boys.”

McCartney’s marital problems have continued to titillate the press who feed them to their readers fairly often, but most of us have the feelings:  Who cares? They have done enough damage to our society.  Let them die in peace and throw the shovel in after them!

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Not to mention the resultant downgrading of American youths’ musical tastes, antagonistic to normal mental health, while  the words were designed to downgrade American society.