Satanism on full display at Grammys

They aren’t even hiding it anymore. The crowd favorite of the night at the Grammys was a performance by Sam Smith and Kim Petras performing the winner of the Best Pop Duo/Group Performance song “Unholy.”

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It was quite the performance. Smith was dressed up as Satan, as he was all night. And not the charming, good-looking Lucifer of the Fox TV show. Oh no. Smith is a rather unpleasant looking pudgy, some would say a fat man whose flaming gay persona is more degenerate Cabaret than lighthearted and sweet Elton John or Liberace. He arrived at the awards show not only dressed as Satan, but he came complete with an entourage of drag queens and transgender demons.

Oh, and the satanic performance at the Grammys was sponsored by Pfizer. If they want to dispel worries that they are up to no good, having their logo splashed behind a BDSM-filled performance glorifying Satan is probably not the best move.

Their performance was the hit of the night, and the crowd gave Petras a standing ovation. “She” accepted the award for the two, having been given the honor by Smith because he/she/they are the first transwoman to get an award at the Grammys.

 

The lyrics to the song are equally Satanic. The theme is sexual perversion and adultery, complete with a shoutout to the embattled Balenciaga which is embroiled in a pedophilia controversy.

Mummy don’t know daddy’s getting hot
At the body shop, doing something unholy
He lucky, lucky, yeah (ooh)
He lucky, lucky, yeah (ye-yeah)

She got married to a boy like you
She’d kick you out if she ever, ever knew
‘Bout all the – you tell me that you do
Dirty, dirty boy


You know everyone is talking on the scene
I hear them whispering ’bout the places that you’ve been
And how you don’t know how to keep your business clean

He’s sat back while she’s dropping it, she be popping it
Yeah, she put it down slowly
Oh-ee-oh-ee-oh, he left his kids at
Ho-ee-oh-ee-ome, so he can get that

Mmm, daddy, daddy, if you want it, drop the add’y (yuh)
Give me love, give me Fendi, my Balenciaga daddy
You gon’ need to bag it up, ’cause I’m spending on Rodeo (woo)
You can watch me back it up, I’ll be gone in the a.m
And he, he get me Prada, get me Miu Miu like Rihanna (ah)
He always call me ’cause I never cause no drama
And when you want it, baby, I know I got you covered
And when you need it, baby, just jump under the covers

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Smith has always used his sexuality to spur his career whenever it was flagging. He rose onto the music scene as something of a heartthrob, a good-looking man who sang ballads and admired Adele. Then he came out as gay. Later he came out as “genderqueer” and started using they/them pronouns, becoming the man/woman he really was.

Now he has come out, apparently, as a Satan worshipper into BDSM.

Pop stars have always striven to shock, and Smith is hardly the first to try out the Satanism shtick.  So perhaps I am the grouchy old man reacting to a provocation that should be ignored.

But with the current all-out war on Western culture, cultural leaders toying with pedophilia openly as in the Balenciaga scandal, the grooming of children by the alphabet people, and the increasing attacks on “conventional” morality, it’s hardly outrageous to call it all out–loudly and often.

It has been decades since I watched an awards show, and I suspect that is true for most of you as well. But they are where the cultural elite celebrates themselves. How they do it tells you how they see themselves.

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They see themselves as increasingly ugly. And they are.

If all this were simply pop stars trying to outdo themselves in getting attention through shock it would be tiresome, even boring. But over the years the styles and attitudes of pop stars have been precursors to trends and attitudes that become normal for the younger generation.

This suggests that the grandmas and grandpas who complained about the younger set actually had a point.

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