Just eight years ago, drag queens were a smallish plague found only in weird clubs catering to weird adults with weird “entertainment” tastes. Then lesbian/unfit mother Michelle Tea's darkened mind spawned a dark idea that she mistook for a brilliant one: drag queen story hours for preschoolers at public libraries. The dark idea has swept the nation in a movement that only a father of lies could love. And now it’s landed in Chicago’s Lincoln Park Zoo, giving new meaning to the zoo’s motto: “Lincoln Park Zoo. For Wildlife. For All.”
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Tagged Alexis Hex, Buzzfeed, Coco Sho Nell, Dashiell Lippman, Drag Queen Story Hour, drag queens, Lil Miss Hot Mess, Lincoln Park Zoo, Michelle Tea, Ruth Timlin, The New Yorker
At what point does this stop? At what point does our society say, “Enough is enough” when it comes to the assault on our children? At what point do we stand up as a nation and put a stop to this attack on innocence?
There was a time when our kids were not bombarded with “pornographic” sex-ed curricula in middle school.
There was a time when condoms were not given out to elementary school students.
There was a time when first graders were not taught LGBTQ terminology.
There was a time when we did not celebrate 8-year-old drag queens…
Posted in Education, Media Watch
Tagged and Videotape, California Globe, Cuties, drag queen, Drag Queen Story Hour, LGBT History Mandate, Lies, Netflix, pedophile dolls, sex, Steven Soderbergh, The Sundance Film Festival
With the kids home for Thanksgiving we were watching a movie and during one of the commercial breaks, a cosmetic company promoted its products with a slick, high-gloss advertisement. Inserted with the burst of dramatic head shots showing beautiful young women wearing lipstick, rouge and eyeliner was a quick shot of a man doing the same... That moment was instructive for a couple of reasons.
We have had multiple stories we could use to illustrate how this works, three a day on average, but let me just pick one of the gaudier ones—drag queens in the kids’ section of our libraries. There are three basic kinds of characters in these stories. First, we have the drag queens grooming the little kids, and the lesbian librarians who set it all up. Second, we have a goodly number of Joe Six-packs, watching the news about this latest travesty as it comes on the 48 television sets at their favorite sports bar, with all of them saying, “What the hell?!” or the rough equivalent. And then third, we have the effeminacy of silence everywhere else.