LOS ANGELES, February 14, 2012 – If ever there was a year where Valentine’s Day should be canceled, this is it.
Sometimes it is just hard to feel the love.
This is not the normal griping about how February 14th is a useless, symbolic holiday that forces men to needlessly spend money on women. No, this is not sour grapes. My love life is fine. One does not need a holiday dedicated to crass commercialism to show love.
The problem with this Valentine’s Day is that in the last couple of days, so many people have acted in ways that counter the concept of love that it is impossible to feel the love.
On the domestic front, the tragic death of Whitney Houston was overshadowed by another awards show in a nation that does not ever need another awards show ever again.
On the day after Whitney Houston died, would it have killed others in the entertainment industry to just once keep it classy? Just once could these people get off their soapboxes, and just keep their mouths shut except when they were singing?
Of course it would have, and no they could not.
Tony Bennett used the death of Whitney Houston to call for the legalization of drugs. Will someone please explain to him that legalizing drugs would not have stopped somebody who took them from dying?
The issue was not how they were obtained, but that they were consumed. Also, Miss Houston had prescription drugs on her. Those are legal.
It is hard to feel the love while listening to celebrities piously grieving over Ms. Houston knowing that they probably learned nothing, as Ms. Houston learned nothing from the death of Amy Winehouse or Michael Jackson, from this real tragedy.
It is hard to feel the love knowing that at Grammy afterparties held throughout Los Angeles, including at the very hotel where Ms. Houston died, that indulgences were made. Does anybody want to place a bet that more than one celebrity grieved by pulling out a silver spoon or unscrewing a childproof cap or by knocking back more than one too many?
It is hard to feel the love when Grammy producers and artists spread hate.
In addition to criticizing the war on drugs, there was the obligatory attack on religion. One woman showed up at the Grammys and dedicated her entire routine to mocking Catholicism. Maybe had more of these people spent time with clergy members rather than attacking them, they would be less insensitive while crying “art.”
Attacking Christianity is not “sophisticated,” or “trendy.” It is boring and disenenuous.
Why not get real risque and attack white, male CPAs while we are at it? Those guys in red and blue diagonal neckties never get mocked.
Better yet, how about one of these celebrities try mocking Islam and see how cool it is to sing wearing a Fatwa. To the uninitiated Hollywood dunderheads, a Fatwa is not a fashion accessory, and it is not purchased on Rodeo Drive.
Speaking of Fatwas, it it hard to show love on a day when third world genocidal lunatics in Iran are blowing stuff up again. At least Hollywood celebrities, for the most part, hurting only themselves.
In contrast, the mullahs in Iran are deliberate troublemakers seeking to create havoc for the sake of havoc. Shockingly enough, these Islamists again targeted Israel, because nothing makes for a warm fuzzy Valentine’s Day meal like a Molotov Cocktail or car-bomb casserole whose intent is to kill more Jews.
This is the world we live in. No see-through nightgown is going to change that. No amount of television spoonfed forced eroticism is going to alter that.
There are ways to spread love in this world, but the proponents of fake love will never do it. They would rather babble about baubles.
Real love involves conducting a sweeping raid through Hollywood, and arresting anybody caught with illegal drugs. It involves taking stars and starlets and putting them in jail. They will be role models no longer. It might even make some of them pipe down.
It will also save some lives.
It is tough to die of a drug overdose when one is in solitary confinement drying out. Let them have the shivers and the shakes for a few days. Voluntary rehab apparently does not work. Tough love means making people quit drugs.
Real love means shutting up hate-mongering mullahs in Iran. That way the people of Iran can be free and able to enjoy true love without being beaten in the streets for it. Real love means caring about people. Condemning people to die is not caring. Liberating them is.
The best gift of love we can give the world is a globe without tyrannical murderers.
So no, not even a Republican Jewish brunette showing up at my door wearing an overcoat covering edible underthings is going to suffice. Well, not totally anyway.
However, if that Republican Jewish brunette tells me that she wants to smack Hollywood celebrities upside the head or blow up Iran, then I will kiss her Neocon lips from now until the 2012 GOP Convention.
She will also choose the cost of the restaurant based on the size of my tax cut.
Now that is love.
Brooklyn born, Long Island raised, and now living in Los Angeles, Eric Golub is a politically conservative columnist, blogger, author, public speaker, satirist and comedian.
Eric is the author of the book trilogy “Ideological Bigotry, “Ideological Violence,” and “Ideological Idiocy.” Eric is 100% alcohol, tobacco, drug, and liberalism free. After years of dating liberals, he has finally seen the light and now only dates Republican Jewish women. His family is pleased over this. Republican, Jewish women, you may contact Eric above.
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