Sometimes even I am at a loss for words
Every so often, I am dismayed at my inability to quash the desire to sneak peeks at the Enquirer, or even People magazine covers. Logically, I know that these people are for the most part self-serving narcissists, yet there is something that makes me desire to read articles in TV Guide and others of its ilk. I cannot explain it. When I am thinking clearly and objectively, I loathe the movie making machine and the lies that they perpetuate. I despise the evil they spout in small, insidious ways. The way they influence our thinking so subtly, and then pat themselves on the back with moronic awards shows. There are few industries that are more self-lauding than those in Hollywood. How many awards shows do you need to give yourself in order to make you feel good? The only other industry with even close to that number of awards is the music industry. It causes one to wonder how low your self-esteem must be to give and receive awards to yourself from yourself, which is essentially what the Oscars, SAG Awards, Emmys, Golden Globes, Grammys and Junos are. These are just awards given by the movie and music industries to the movie and music industries saying, "Look how great we are!! Love us!" Do they seriously even mean anything in the real world?
As Bill Whittle points out, there are many valid, worthy unsung heroes, or even just "sung" heroes, if that makes sense, of whom we know little if anything at all. I hope that through home educating my children, they will recognize and laud true and lasting heroism, the likes of which our modern society spurns and forego the popular sports, movie and music false heroes. Lift high the names and memories of those who are willing to give their lives for that which is good and right. Real truth, not this subjective garbage the public school crowd is being taught, but real logical, knowable truth. The kind that Frank Peretti espouses in his writings.
Mr. Whittle's article has caused me to pause and think long and hard about whom and what I esteem and who and what I want my children to esteem. Thank you, Mr. Whittle, this mental web-clearing been long overdue.


