Academicians, as a follow-up to my post, Imagine No "Imagine", please read the post below - reproduced for your reading ease. It was written by Joseph Pearce, a blogger whose posts are featured by the Saint Austin Review's "Ink Desk".
Mr. Pearce hails from Great Britain. His comments about the London Olympics' closing ceremonies are forthright and should be noted. I can only imagine his disappointment and sadness about the moral smut and spiritual cancers that his homeland has succumbed to. Please, read on...
August 13th, 2012
BY JOSEPH PEARCE
Another feature of the closing ceremony was the celebration of the homosexual lifestyle, demonstrated by the resurrection on the big screen of Freddie Mercury to lead the crowd in inane chants. There was also a performance by the leather-clad George Michael, sporting a skull on his belt buckle, symbolic of the culture of death of which he is a symbol. There was much more that was much worse but I don't have the stomach to continue with the litany of smut.
As an Englishman, I might have felt ashamed of such a spectacle. Instead I just felt as if my body had been covered with slime. I also felt a great sense of gratitude that I had shaken the smut and dirt from my sandals and had left the sordid culture of which I was once a part. Deo gratias!
As for the land of my birth, I am reminded of the words of C. S. Lewis who would have been as appalled by last night's spectacle as was I. In The Great Divorce, he wrote that in the end there are only two possibilities for each of us. We can either say to God, "The Will Be Done", or else God will ultimately say to us, "Thy will be done". Modern Britian has what it deserves; it has what it wants. The slow and tortuous decay of its barely living corpse will continue until it dies of self-abuse. Its passing will be a blessing.