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Madonna, the diva of debauchery: Reaping what she’s sown


article-0-026CF86E00000578-443_468x676Originally posted at American Thinker

Anyone who does not believe in the Biblical principle of “sowing and reaping” – which is known as ‘karma’ in certain circles – should have a chat with aging 1980s pop icon Madonna.

It seems the Diva of Debauchery is reaping the harvest of heartache that she has so diligently sown for almost thirty years.  Ms. Ciccone has negatively etched vulgar lyrics and images into the impressionable minds of children; purposely tainted the innocent; and, like a parasite, burrowed into the psyche and spirit of an entire generation.

It was Madonna who spent the greater part of the 1980s, and most of the ’90s, expressing her sexuality at the expense of America’s children.  When not parading around naked in pornographic picture books, Madonna Louise Ciccone defiled young minds by blaspheming via Christian symbols and extolling the merits of losing one’s virginity.

As we all know, “what goes around comes around,” so it should be no surprise that the female exhibitionist who robbed millions of their innocence is currently being bitten by a very different, but equally painful, kind of karma.

A little background: In 1986, Madonna married actor Sean Penn, and then she divorced him in 1989.  Since then, every five years or so, Madonna assumes a new identity.

In the 1990s, Madonna went through a Hispanic spell.  That was when she morphed into Eva Perón, mated with a Cuban actor Carlos León, and gave birth to his now 19-year-old daughter Lourdes.

Soon after, Madonna abandoned her Evita image and became enamored with English accents.

In 2000, she married Guy Ritchie, an English filmmaker ten years her junior with whom she had a male child she named Rocco.  Madonna relocated to London, where she refurbished her persona from sleazy pop star to a lady of the English manor.  She became best friends with one-time Londoner, who also play-acts being British, Gwyneth Paltrow; feasted on haggis; wore riding chaps around the house; and wrote British-themed children’s books.

When Madonna’s marriage to Guy Ritchie fell apart in 2008, the “English Roses” author returned to New York City with her children, Lourdes, Rocco, and David Banda Mwale Ciccone Ritchie, the first of two children she adopted during her Malawi phase.

Before long, and instead of aging gracefully, the self-absorbed attention-seeker resumed begging for validation and, in the process, forgot that she’s a mother.

Here’s where the karma comes in.

Trying to shield her own children from what she subjected a generation to in the 1980s and ’90s, Madge banned from her home magazines, television, and picture books featuring nude women hitchhiking.

The problem for Madonna’s brood is that mom just can’t control her impulses – she is still Madonna.

For example, in 2015, she showed up at the Grammy Award Show with her exposed derrière covered in fishnet held up in a Givenchy couture butt bra.  Then, at the Brit Awards, while trying to assume the image of a Spanish matador, the former English lady tripped over her cape and took a tumble on stage.

Meanwhile, Ma-Donna repeatedly embarrassed her 15-year-old son with topless pictures of herself and humiliated her teenage daughter Lourdes by insisting on exposing her behind at red carpet events like the Vanity Fair Oscar party.   Moreover, the word is out that Menopausal Madge’s refusal to tone down the explicit actions and lyrics continually “horrifies” her teenage children.

Then, in a shameful example of an unquenchable pursuit of attention at a child’s expense, Ma-Donna mocked her son Rocco on Instagram.  First she posted a picture of the boy with his hair in pigtails, and then she called attention to the size of his penis.

In response, Rocco made a radical choice that millions of children mesmerized by Madonna’s three-decade long antics were deprived of.  In the middle of a tour she dragged her son around on, “Old Granny’s” “trophy” boy packed his bags and went to live in London with his father Guy.

Ironic, isn’t it?  Rocco does not want to be subjected to continued embarrassment or abuse, so the woman who brainwashed, and continues to try to brainwash, young people accuses Guy Ritchie of trying to brainwash the boy.

The upshot to this fiasco is that Madonna is now embroiled in a custody battle in London’s High Court.  The woman who debauched millions of children claims that son Rocco, now living a happy, “stable life” in England with Guy Ritchie and his wife Jacqui Ainsley, has been illegally retained by his father.

Madonna’s lawyer, Eleanor Alter, argues on her client’s behalf that Guy choosing not to return Rocco to the loving arms of his lascivious mother was a “reckless move in teaching him responsibility.”  After all, everyone knows that the epitome of teaching children responsibility is when a 56-year-old mother of four is so desperate for attention that she exposes her breasts and implies that her son has #nosausage.

So, in the end, what is the moral of Madonna’s “sowing and reaping” tale of woe?

Madonna will likely lose custody of a son who moved to another country to get as far away from her as possible and refuses to come home.  And so, as the woman who for 30-plus years has influenced millions of children to rebel and disregarded the wishes of their parents loses control of her own child, one can’t help but wonder if Madonna likes how it feels.

GRAMMY AWARDS 2015: Grannies, Gays and God’s Grace

beyonce_perfOriginally posted at CLASH Daily

If you’re a hedonist, this year’s Grammy Award show rocked! For starters, last year Madonna, dressed like a cowboy, officiated a gay wedding; she showed up this year wearing a Granny-ass hammock and not much else.

An aging Angus Young in his traditional schoolboy outfit helped open the worship service with AC/DC’s very fitting “Highway to Hell” anthem. Then, not to be outdone, Hozier and an embarrassingly enthusiastic Annie Lenox, before segueing into “I Put a Spell on You,” sang the disturbing ode to gay sex, “Take Me to Church.”

When the Sovereign Queen Beyoncé won a Grammy for her song “Drunk in Love”, which features the lyrics “I’ve been drinking, get filthy when that liquor get into me,” and “Last thing I remember is our beautiful bodies grinding up in the club,” she thanked God in her acceptance speech.

Sam “Stay With Me” Smith, the openly gay Brit and Boy George of 2015, ruled the night, winning four Grammys. Accepting the record of the year trophy, Sam said “I want to thank the man who this record is about, who I fell in love with last year. Thank you so much for breaking my heart because you got me four Grammys.” Then he sang with Mary K. Blige.

Don’t get me wrong, there were some not-too-objectionable things going on, such as Kanye and Kim dressed in Jean Paul Gaultier on the red carpet, discussing West’s Yeezy Boost sneakers. Kanye promised that, at $300 a pop, the footwear would address classism.

L.L. Cool J hosted, and there was the high-spirited exhibitionist Taylor Swift dancing with such obnoxious abandon it’s easy to understand why the girl has trouble getting a date.

John Legend and his irritating wife model Chrissy Teigen, who admitted on the red carpet that they once had sex at an Obama event, were mouthing the lyrics to songs they clearly didn’t know.

Gwen Stefani and Adam Levine did an elegant duet, and the always “Happy” Mr. Pharrell Williams and his canary yellow sneakers livened up the show.

The singer-songwriter, rapper, record producer, and fashion designer seems like a nice enough guy. But when did Pharrell, who seems happily unaware that, thanks to Barack Obama, most of America is unhappy, trade his signature Royal Canadian Mounties hat for shorts?

Speaking of #‎ItsonBarackObama, he appeared via video to give a public service message to America about rape and domestic abuse with his #‎Itsonus‬ campaign. Barack’s the guy who’s fine with women being genitally mutilated, married off at nine years-old, beheaded, shot, burned, stoned, and above all aborted – just don’t hit ’em! Not to mention his being unperturbed about the looming prospect of Iran acquiring a nuke and blowing the state of Israel off the map.

Dressed in white, pastor’s daughter Katy Perry backed her hero up. Katy, the girl who was wearing devil’s horns and flashing the satanic salute during AC/DC’s performance, sang “By the Grace of God,” a ballad supposedly about domestic violence.

And all this took place as the violent, misogynist ode to sadomasochistic sex, “50 Shades of Grey,” is about to hit the big screen. The movie’s soundtrack includes songs by Beyoncé, Annie Lennox, and Sia in a ginormous white wig, all of whom were featured at the same Grammy Awards show that spent an inordinate amount of energy denouncing violence against women.

Disregarding old men being abused by young women, Jessie J, dressed in a see-thru black fishing net, sang “You’ve Lost that Lovin’ Feeling” to Tom ‘Cialis’ Jones, and Lady Gaga, who left her meat dress home, sang standards while rubbing her ample décolletage on a delighted 88 year-old Tony Bennett.

Other Grammy 2015 highlights included Sir Paul McCartney looking out of place, strumming his guitar with no mic and watching as Kanye adjusted his droopy drawers, and Rihanna, sans a Chris Brown-administered black eye, bounced around the stage singing “FourFiveSeconds.”

Stevie Wonder got a standing ovation he had no clue he was receiving, and an aging Prince, dressed in an orange-is-the-new-black jumpsuit, made a curious reference to the late Michael Brown of Ferguson, Missouri fame, saying, “Albums still matter. Like books and black lives, albums still matter.”

Clearly, Prince didn’t think through his wardrobe choice. Either that or he was unaware that if Michael had managed to steal Darren Wilson’s gun and shoot the police officer, a similar outfit is what Mr. Brown would be wearing in jail.

The show included lots of hoodies and ignorant “hands up” protest references, but not one mention of the two NYPD officers blown away in their police cruiser by Ismaayil Brinsley.

At one point, Madonna was introduced by that sweaty “badass…bitch’” Miley Cyrus and her cohort Nicki ‘Bloated Butt’ Minaj. Thankfully, “All About That Bass” Madge donned some much-needed shorts.

The decrepit diva attempted to relive the 1980s with a horde of horned men and did an embarrassingly clumsy number that looked more like she was auditioning for a Tena pad commercial than performing on the Grammys.

An out-of-place looking Beck, who beat Beyoncé by winning album of the year, was publicly dissed by Kanye and sang with Gwyneth Paltrow’s ex-husband Chris Martin.

Gwyneth, who refuses to be upstaged, dragged her girly parts away from her steam-cleaning machine long enough to introduce her “beautiful friend” Beyoncé, who went from being “drunk in love” to singing the sober Gospel song “Take My Hand Precious Lord.”

Beyoncé took to the stage in all her majestic glory to prove to the world that she, not Ledisi, should have played Mahalia Jackson in the movie Selma.

Wrapping up, country superstar Miranda Lambert cursed and was censored while singing “Little Red Wagon,” Nicole Kidman still can’t move her face, and the 2014 dead people slide show touched many hearts. But more importantly, for degenerates, gay rights activists, Obama fanatics, and cop-killer sympathizers, as always, this year’s Grammy Awards show really delivered.

Larb Gai and ‘Conscious Uncouplings’

article-2589383-1C94A63F00000578-64_636x382-610x366After 10 years, all of which were likely grueling for the lead singer of Coldplay, Gwyneth Paltrow and Chris Martin are splitting up.  The fact that they are splitting proves that Gwyneth may be an authority on vintage Michael Kors and Parisian concierge service, but apparently she knows zilch, zero, nada about how to keep a marriage together.

Now, in an effort to seem deeply spiritual and New Age-y, Gwyneth and Chris have taken to the Goop.com website to announce their amicable split, calling it a “Conscious Uncoupling.”

“Conscious Uncoupling?” Versus what, an “Unconscious Coupling?” The latter sounds more like a drunk couple’s wedding night than an explanation for an obnoxious, spoiled rich kid’s divorce announcement.

God help us all!  For the last 15 years or so, we’ve all been subjected to every one of little Gwynny’s trials, tribulations, fads, and endeavors to reduce boredom.  She’s like a seven-year-old girl who inflicts herself on her parents’ dinner guests by subjecting them to a half-hour of out-of-tune songs and tap dancing in a tutu.  The problem is that the soon-to-be ex-Mrs. Martin is now a grown woman with two children.

In addition, Paltrow’s father Bruce is deceased, and if you listen real closely, lately mom Blythe Danner is the only one clapping.

Gwyneth the Goop Girl has tortured America by affecting an occasional fake British lilt.  Harvey Weinstein drooled all over her, calling Paltrow his Shakespeare in Love muse.  After that she ventured into country singing, traveled to Spain on a cooking tour with Mario Batali, married a rock star, laid on a baby grand piano singing “Forget You” with CeeLo Green, sang “Happy” on Glee, doled out mothering and child-nutrition tips, wrote cookbooks, became best friends and then not best friends with Madonna, Beyoncé, and Cameron Diaz, and just recently bragged that at 41 she has the butt of a 22-year-old stripper!

Seriously Gwyneth, like, who gives a rat’s patootie?

Someone should inform Gwyn that no one really cares what she is thinking or doing. If there was a picture in the dictionary for “legend in one’s own mind,” it would be Gwyneth Paltrow’s.

On her relationship with the father of children Apple and Moses, both of whom victims of the ‘uncoupling’ of their father and mostly their self-consumed mother, in 2011 Gwyneth told Elle magazine:

Sometimes it’s hard being with someone for a long time. We go through periods that aren’t all rosy. I always say, life is long and you never know what’s going to happen. If, God forbid, we were ever not to be together, I respect him so much as the father of my children. Like, I made such a good choice. He’s such a good dad. You can never be relaxed or smug and think, ‘I’ve got this thing.’ That’s also part of it: keeping yourself on your toes. I’m not going to take this for granted.

So, “[i]t’s hard being with someone for a long time… life is long and you never know what’s going to happen?” Okey-dokey.

Anyway, the reason that Chris ‘He Likes Privacy’ Martin and Gwyneth ‘My Favorite Sex Position’ Paltrow are splitting is anyone’s guess.

There’s that Vanity Fair brouhaha and rumors that Paltrow has taken a lover or two, or maybe it’s not even that complicated. Gwyneth could have merely gotten bored to tears with Chris, and just as she’s moved on from writing cookbooks like “It’s All Good: Delicious, Easy Recipes That Will Make You Look and Feel Great,” now she’s into ‘It’s Not All That Good: Conscious Uncouplings That Will Make You Feel Horrible.’

Madonna #Hashtags the N Word

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Originally posted at The Blacksphere

Two questions:  Is Madonna craving attention again?  And what ever happened to Paula Deen?

In another example of liberal hypocrisy, Madonna, the consummate attention junkie, has apologized for using the N-word on an Instagram photo of her son Rocco Ritchie boxing which, compliments of Mom, had the caption “#disn—a.”

Then, because Madonna wants to be the only one doing the criticizing, after deleting “#disn—a” she scolded her critics, telling them to “Get off my d–k haters!”

The value in that statement, “Get off my d–k haters!” is that it actually gives voice to how Barack Obama looks when he’s responding to his political adversaries.

Nonetheless, is Ms. Madonna now sorry for being the vile human being everyone is well aware she is?

That’s fine, but the hypocrisy here is that Paula Deen was publicly persecuted and fired for saying something similar 30 years ago.  Yet Madonna just says “I am sorry if I offended anyone with my use of the N-word on Instagram.  It was not meant as a racial slur…I am not a racist” – and all is forgiven?

Standing atop an attention-seeking soapbox, the Material Girl declared, “There’s no way to defend the use of the word,” before defending herself by explaining, “[i]t was all about intention…It was used as a term of endearment toward my son who is white.”

Yeah, better not mix Rocco up with Mercy James or David Banda Mwale Ciccone Ritchie.

Not only that, but if that’s how Madge addresses little Rocco when she’s loving him up, I wouldn’t want to be around when she’s annoyed with the little hooligan.

Continuing on, a remorseful Madonna said, “I appreciate that it’s a provocative word and I apologize if it gave people the wrong impression. Forgive me.”

Far be it from me to misinterpret the Queen of Butter’s remarks, but if I recall correctly, didn’t Paula Deen say she used the dreaded N-word and made racist statements when telling jokes? Doesn’t joking around also fall into the “all about intention” category?

On New Year’s Eve, Madonna posted a photo of 13-year-old Rocco in Switzerland holding a bottle of gin, which is kinda cute, don’t cha think? Always known for being very witty (NOT), Madonna responded to the criticism that time by pointing out that “No one was drinking we were just having fun! Calm down and get a sense of humor!”

Then, the woman who criticized the Boy Scouts for banning homosexuals and compared G.W. Bush to Saddam Hussein actually chided detractors with the following admonishment: “Don’t start the year off with judgment!”

Madonna Feels the Same Intrusion She Foisted on Parents for Years

Originally posted at BIG Hollywood

When it comes to Lourdes, Rocco, David, and Mercy, their mother Madonna Louise Veronica Ciccone has quite a different view on what they should be exposed to, which is ironic considering what the decadent diva of debauchery eagerly imposed on a generation of naïve children.

Pop icon Madonna made a name for herself by exploiting her sexuality, celebrating the loss of cherished virginity, hitchhiking in the nude, and singing songs with explicit, blasphemous lyrics. She did so caring little about how impressionable children would be tainted by her morally corrupt influence.

Then, when Madonna became a mother herself, she banned television and magazines in her home. To shield her kids from the pornographic obscenity she promoted in the book Sex, and in an effort to preserve their purity, Madonna penned wholesome children’s books like Mr. Peabody’s Apples and The Adventures of Abdi.

Over the years, Madonna has transformed herself over and over again, first into a sadomasochistic sex slave, channeled Evita Perón to the point of naming her daughter Lourdes, married Guy Ritchie, adopted a British accent, and moved to the English countryside. She’s taken the Hebrew Kabala name Esther and joined the Angelina Jolie/Sandra Bullock/Mariska Hargitay adopt-a-black-baby club. Now, she’s settled into middle-aged doting mother mode.

Like any parent, with family safety and well-being the priority, Madonna was “alarmed and distressed” when earlier this year, a Polish national named Grzegorz Matlok broke into the star’s London townhouse.Thankfully, Matlok was arrested after he was “allegedly discovered in the singer’s home, nine months after breaking into the country house she shared with ex-husband Guy Ritchie.”

Recently, at England’s Southwark Crown Court, Madonna, a woman who has spent her entire career leaving parents around the world concerned for their daughters’ developing morality, read a victim impact statement, saying that the scary stalker incident was “extremely unsettling.” Madonna shared with the court that “I do not know the defendant, have never had any relationship with the defendant. I have never had any contact with the defendant, either by phone or by email, or any other way. I have never given him permission to enter the premises or any of my other premises.”

How ironic. For 30 years, by way of her music, videos, coffee table pornography, and obscene displays such as French-kissing Britney Spears at the Grammy awards, Madonna – without permission, “either by phone or email, or any other way” – felt comfortable entering uninvited into the hearts and minds of millions of gullible adolescents.

Understandably, the ex- Mrs. Ritchie felt “alarmed and distressed by the actions of the defendant.” Expressing vulnerability, Madonna said that “It’s extremely unsettling to know that despite the extensive security I have he [was] able to break in to two residential properties owned by me.”

Tell us about it, Madonna. That anxious feeling is quite familiar to parents unable to protect their preteen daughters who could be heard singing “Papa Don’t Preach” or devout parents whose children lost respect for the Catholic Church thanks to the blasphemy portrayed in “Like a Prayer.”

Madonna told the court that she felt “alarmed and distressed by the [perpetrator’s] actions” and was worried about the “safety of [her] children, all of [whom are] under 18.”

Well, talk about Madonna getting in touch with what it feels like for a parent struggling not to “Let Down [Their] Guard” only to have the emotional, physical and developmental integrity of their children exploited by a stranger with an unending drive to attain fame and fortune.

If placed on trial like Matlok, who “admitted burgling Madonna’s office in London … but denied two charges of burglary relating to her house,” Madonna would likely admit that her vulgar actions did have a harmful influence on young psyches, but would deny any accusation that she purposely robbed children of their innocence.

By attempting to shield her young family from violation, Madonna’s protectiveness proves she was well aware of the damage she thoughtlessly caused for almost three decades. Yet, to date, the music legend has never offered an apology to either parents or the children who, thanks to her, were “Burning Up” long before their time.

Thankfully, Matlok will no longer be a threat and was “locked up indefinitely under the Mental Health Act after doctors found he posed a ‘serious risk’ to Madonna.” Thus, the pop star can rest easy knowing that a person who entered uninvited into her home and threatened the safety of her children can no longer menace her or her family, a luxury parents all over the world were never afforded when it came to protecting their children from a dangerous intruder named Madonna.

Tripping the Light Fantastic with Lady Gaga and Obama

Originally posted at Pajamas Media

Just the other day Lady Gaga took another tumble, which indicates once again that the woman formerly known as Stefani Joanne Angelina Germanotta, and Barack Obama, formerly known as Barry Soetoro, have a lot in common.

Lady Gaga and Barack Obama are overnight sensations, have huge cult-like followings, know how to pack a stadium, and do their best work communicating over a microphone.  Lady Gaga can play piano, drums and the keytar, and Obama can play an audience. Stefani talks to God and Obama is convinced he is God. One loves to sing about Judas, the other loves himself and labels his detractors Judas.

Ms. Germanotta does a blasphemous impression of Madonna and, try as he might, when it comes to channeling Ronald Reagan, Mr. Obama falls short.

Lady Gaga and Barack Obama both spoke insensitively about Special Olympiads and later were constrained to publicly apologize.  The only difference between the two is that to date, Obama has yet to show up behind the podium shod in a pair of Alexander McQueen Armadillo shoes.

Attention junkie Lady Gaga and imperious amateur Barack Obama are bound to fizzle out.  The past tells us that media creations launch into the stratosphere and then, lacking endurance, swiftly sputter and fall. Yet, despite recent Easter and Passover hubbubs and various and sundry ongoing controversies, meteoric icons Gaga and Barack continue to press on.

Barack is a politician and Lady Gaga a pop star, both notorious for unstable footing – Gaga literally, Obama politically.

With nary a shred of embarrassment, Gaga fell while making her way through Heathrow Airport, got up and kept going.  Recently, “while trying to straddle” her flaming piano bench, she slid off, hit the floor, and then bounced right back up, never missing a beat.  Then, weeks later, Miss Germanotta danced up a storm, threw off her jacket, swung her bleached blonde hair around, stomped sexily in the direction of her dance troupe, and again hit the floor – hard.

According to TMZ, “Just like the last fall … Gaga got right up and trucked on like nothing ever happened.” Effie Orfanides at the Gather Entertainment Channel made the following observation about Lady Gaga’s resiliency:

The great thing about it is that she just falls over and doesn’t miss a beat. In fact…Gaga tried to incorporate the fall in to her routine, which is very hard to do…especially when everyone knows that you’re prone to toppling over during your shows. Anyway, no one seems bothered by her constant dropping…It’s actually less funny to watch now that it has happened a bunch of times!

Which brings the conversation back around to Barack Obama – both Barry and Steffi fall over, struggle to stand, and subject the world to a never-ending show that’s downright painful to watch.

Barack is the Lady Gaga of politics, all glitz and hype and totally overexposed.  The President may not be dancing around in a meat suit, but politically, the man slips and slides all over the place. Much like Lady Gaga, Obama benefits from the affection of a youthful audience.  These days, his approval rating continues to drop and flop, like Lady Gaga attempting to simultaneously stand erect and maintain coolness.

Afghanistan; Libya; tax cuts then tax hikes; raise the debt ceiling, then regret being against raising the debt ceiling; offshore drilling on again, then off again; Defense of Marriage Act then no Defense of Marriage Act; against lifting Don’t Ask Tell, then time to lift DADT.  Is Guantanamo prison open or closed?  On all these issues and many more, Obama straddles a blazing political piano seat and the public is noticing that the guy who often mentions “God and gays” keeps hitting the floor with a crash.

Barry’s slide in the polls is so embarrassingly dramatic that in the aftermath of the Japanese earthquake, instead of filling out basketball brackets the President might fare better if, in the future, he takes to the stage and purposely topples over à la Gaga.

Unfortunately for America, much like Lady Gaga Obama “falls over” yet “doesn’t miss a beat,” and of late, based on the content of his oblivious speeches, is clearly attempting “to incorporate the fall into [his] routine,” but the audience, filled to the rafters with formerly ardent fans, are wising up to the con.

In 2008, voters sang along with Lady Gaga: “I want your everything as long as it’s free/I want your love, love, love, love.” After enduring the President’s klutzy governing style and witnessing his inability to keep from stumbling on the world stage, the nation is finally starting to comprehend that they’ve been involved in a “Bad Romance” with someone who is dangerously out-of-sync with the rhythm of the nation.

So, in the end the Gaga/Obama duo remains alike in a lot of ways, except for one huge difference: as clumsy Lady Gaga continues stumbling about in packed arenas, Barack’s audience is slowly drifting out of his amphitheatre.

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