I did not watch the Oscars show. I’m very biased against the idea of America’s so-called capital of motion picture arts being infested, over-run and dominated by the political left – but the Hollywood motion picture institution is exactly that. I could not help noticing a color photo of the nearly naked (and by the way a self-proclaimed homosexual) Oscars show host Neil Patrick Harris, as a headliner on the Drudge Report. The Daily Mail covered Mr. Harris’ shock and awe stunt and even added some homo-erotic commentary which I could have done without:
Neil Patrick Harris is adamant his Y-Fronts were not padded during his almost nude stunt on the Oscars stage.
The 41-year-old surprised both TV viewers and movie stars in attendance when he announced a presenter wearing nothing but his underwear on Sunday night.
Appearing on Live With Kelly & Michael on the Dolby Theater stage the following morning, the actor claimed there were no ‘enhancements’ when he stepped out half-nude…
Swell. Mr. Harris is adamant that his penis and testicles really are that big, for all of you gay men out there. I refuse to apologize for being offended and disgusted by the whole idea. I am offended and disgusted.
1) I’m heterosexual, 100%.
2) This is network television, ladies and gentlemen. This is supposed to be the forum which displays mankind’s highest intellectual achievements in motion picture arts?
Whatever Mr. Harris does in private with his boyfriends is his business. I don’t want to know about it. This is one more illustration of how we’ve been methodically, relentlessly broken down by the political left, to the point where we’ll accept anything and everything as normalcy – on network television.
In The Death of the Grown-Up – How America’s Arrested Development Is Bringing Down Western Civilization, my friend Diana West alluded to the night on which U-2 band leader Bono addressed a Grammys Award audience and his “promise to ‘keep fucking up the mainstream’…”
West then went on to observe that Bono’s idea of “fucking up the mainstream”, and Bono, himself, are, and have become, the mainstream.
So, here we are, with the nearly naked homosexual actor, writer, producer, whatever, in the mainstream of an international mainstream television broadcast – and we’re expected to watch (which I did not) and accept that all of this is perfectly appropriate, clever and normal behavior. Further, we’re to somehow be, what, amused (or aroused?), by Mr. Harris’ revelation that his genitalia are really that huge. You can count me out. I’m unequivocally, without apology, offended by the entire scenario.
Get the naked gay man o-u-t o-f m-y f-a-c-e.