I Too Weep For Miley and the Freak Show America Has Become..With No End in Sight.

UPDATE: MILEY, THE DECLINE OF WESTERN CIVILAZATION AND THE OBAMBAS

PLEASE, NO MORE PHOTOS OF HER TONGUE. Usually a sound sleeper, tonight I sit wide awake after seeing one after another of this pitiful young child named Miley---completely out-of-control. I feel sick for the deranged freak show this country is becoming in all its political, cultural correctness, the stunted, aborted growth the feminist movement combined with our taxpayer-supported sexual-gender revolution has wrought. Where ever will it end?

I'm horrified at the 'role models' Miley with her older freak sisters Gaga and Madonna and the effects they are having on unsupervised, impressionable children. It's pathetic. They're pathetic.  We're pathetic. Our culture is sick.  I weep and pray God has mercy on us all. I pray God shields my grandchildren  from our decaying culture. I want to take them far, far away to a safe place.

Here's a good piece of lament for this situation on the Gospel Coalition, by Trevin Wax:

Picking up a sub sandwich today, I saw a news report on CNN about Miley Cyrus’ performance at last night’s VMA’s. I was shocked, then sickened, then saddened. For the rest of the day, I wondered: What kind of people are we? What kind of culture have we created? What do we want our children to be? No more wondering. Tonight, I weep. I weep for the little girl who gave us Hannah Montana and became a role model to millions of little girls across America. I weep for the lostness of a girl who doesn’t see herself stumbling around in the dark. I weep for the news channels that profit from their all-day coverage of a young woman spiraling out of control. I weep for the American Idol culture that promises glitter and gold to children, then chews them up and spits them out. I weep for an entertainment culture that celebrates the breaking of every social taboo and the casting off of every restraint, only then to turn and mock the stars that follow suit. I weep for a tabloid culture that finds celebrity gossip and embarrassing moments titillating. I weep for women enslaved by a false view of sexual liberation. I weep for men (myself included) who have failed to say, “Enough is enough.” I weep for all the times I’ve looked at women as objects and failed to see them as someone’s sisters and daughters. I weep for the fathers of Miley Cyrus, Katy Perry, Lady Gaga, Madonna, and all the family members of all the other women who feel they have to sexualize themselves to achieve success. I weep for my five-year-old little girl, who twirls around like a princess and hugs me tight at night, when I think of the world she is growing up in, the world I will send her into. I weep for the broken, messed-up world we live in. But then I weep at the power of grace. There’s Jesus, lifting the head of a woman of the night and sending her away into the light. There’s Jesus in a crowd, healing a woman desperately trying to cover the shame. There’s Jesus at the well, transforming a woman tossed aside by multiple men. Weeping is no longer enough. Now, I pray.