“Where shall I go? What shall I do?”
Scarlett O’Hara asked the tearful question of her exasperated suitor, who had finally given up on his decade-long pursuit of her love.
Frustrated , Rhett Butler replied, “Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.”
The year was 1939, and audiences across America gasped in horror at the profanity used in the epic Gone With The Wind. Such profanity had been banned by the Motion Picture Association’s 1930 Production Code.
A few years later, Americans were prevented from seeing the swiveling hips of Elvis Presley on the Ed Sullivan Show. Such behavior was scandalous, and not fit for public consumption.
Boy, how times have changed. The American moral code, needless to say, has been updated.
Recently, the much-maligned Paula Deen published a photo which depicted her as Lucy Ricardo. Her son was made up to resemble Ricky Ricardo, complete with “brown face.”
The outrage was immediate. The stereotype of Deen as a racist was reinforced.
Deen was cast as a racist when she revealed she had employed a racial epithet in the 1960’s.
I have a confession to make: I used a racial epithet in the 1960’s.
And the 1970’s.
And that’s all I wish to say on the matter.
I’m not a racist. Nor is dear Paula, I suspect.
But Paula has fallen victim to the new moral reset of America, where everything is upside down.
I like Paula Deen. She is a self-made success, the product of hard work and creativity. And, she uses lots of butter. She turned a lunch bag into a lucrative career. Then she made the colossal blunder of admitting to the most grievous of sins. She who talks much should have kept her mouth shut on past miscues. Broadcasting what wasn’t news cost her a fortune. If she wanted to cleanse her soul, she should have talked with a priest. Instead, she told Katie Couric. Or whoever.
There is no absolution in pop culture for those who violate its updated list of deadly sins. There is a new template out there which has replaced the Ten Commandments, and if you violate any of the new commandments, you’re instantly consigned to the eternal hell of public scorn, and loss of endorsements.
Paula wanted to do business with the pop culture, but she failed to read the New Ten Commandments:
1, Thou shalt not speak ill of African-Americans, unless you’re an African-Americann rapper, or unless the African-American in question is some sort of conservative like that turncoat Clarence Thomas.
2. Thou shalt not speak ill of Planned Parenthood.
3. Thou shalt embrace Barack Obama
4. Thy recipes shall be edited by his wife.
5. Thou shalt worship no other gods, save for dolphins and all plant life.
6. Thou shalt call perverts brave and courageous.
7. Thou shalt shed tears when Whoopi and Rosie have a spat.
8. Thou shalt conduct thyself domestically like the Kardashians.
9. Thou shalt take every opportunity to blaspheme Christians.
10. Thou shalt attend worship only where homosexuals are able to wed.
The old outrage is dead. It’s a new day, baby, and we fly by the seat of our low-hanging pants.
(Unless we’re men who now wish to be women.)
There is a saying by Saint Anthony, a monk who lived in the third century:
A time is coming when men will go mad, and when they see someone who is not mad, they will attack him saying, ‘You are mad, you are not like us’.
We live in such a time. Those who choose to live by the original moral code are now the object of scorn, ridicule and persecution. They are in the crosshairs of the American culture, as are their children, who are now the prey of perverts.
Traditional marriage is on the ropes, its new definition rewritten by God-haters. Raising a houseful of children is now ridiculed and seen as bizarre. Better to have a couple of hand-selected innocents adopted by the depraved, such as Elton John and his husband, Roderick. (Or wife, or whatever/whomever.)
America has been completely feminized, the Ten Commandments smashed on the rocks by men with limp wrists, and replaced with a “flesh-first” policy. Those who were once laughed at for their outrageous behavior are now calling the societal shots.
The deranged are now running America. It’s Sodom and Gomorrah, Part 2.
All this was facilitated by the underpinnings of the sandy foundations of American protestantism, whose individualistic approach to all things theological has come to its predictable fruition, with everyone believing whatever they themselves see as right and proper. What began in their temples has come to its natural end in American society. It seemed innocent enough at the time. But it was deadly, as we now see, leaving millions of souls in peril. The correlation is still not seen by millions who remain attached to it, ever refusing to look outside the hellish bonds of really bad doctrine and practice.
As the Church goes, so goes society. And America’s church has always been the ultimate papism, where every man serves as his own pope.
So, what to do? The answer is not easy, but it is the only one. American Christians must disengage from society as much as humanly possible, and cling to the Church, the true Church, where salvation from all this mess is found. Most Americans still sacrifice at the wrong altar(s), precious children in tow.
There can be no compromise here. We cannot serve God and mammon. It is one or the other. And the God we serve must be the true God, not an improvised version of God created by the Protestant Reformation.
Paula Deen is toast. Unbuttered toast. So is America.
American Christians must decide to be Christians in America, having as little as possible to do with the Godless society which now surrounds us.
Soon enough, it will be gone with the wind.
© Copyright 2015 Tim Holcombe