“A naked Miley swung in on a wrecking ball and destroyed the moral foundation that pop music once stood so highly upon.” —Cory Blair
A sickening blemish on this culture’s smooth, post-pubescent face, Miley Cyrus is ruining America’s complexion one disgusting stunt at a time. First she danced like a prurient scumbag at the MTV Video Music Awards, effectively corrupting the innocent song “Blurred Lines,” and then she pranced about nude in the music video for her new song, “Wrecking Ball.” To put it frankly, her attempt to use sex to sell her music goes against everything this country stands for.
Gone are the days of wholesome female vocalists, such as Ke$ha, Lady Gaga and Katy Perry, who sing inspirational anthems about following your dreams and being a productive member of society. A naked Miley swung in on a wrecking ball and destroyed the moral foundation that pop music once stood so highly upon.
Some exclaim the video is made all the more disturbing by Miley’s history as an innocent child star. However, the question is raised: Could a creature capable of acts this vile ever be innocent? To investigate, I scrutinized the pilot to the supposedly “innocent” show, Hannah Montana — in an attempt to show that once a deviant sinning sex fiend, always a deviant sinning sex fiend.
The show starts off on a bad note, with the episode titled, “Lilly, Do You Want to Know a Secret?” The sexual connotations of such a title are obvious. Throughout the episode, Miley is seen wearing skirts that end well above the knee, which would have broken the dress code in many middle schools across America.
Miley swoons over a boy for a good part of the episode. It’s morally reprehensible to watch as she is absorbed by lust with, no doubt, only one thing in mind.
But perhaps the worst part of the show is that Miley is constantly smothering herself in food products. I watched as she “accidentally” poured ketchup all over her hand while pining for the crimpy hair of Corbin Bleu. My uvula twitched as she proceeded to rub it all over her skin
Later that episode, she covered her face in whipped cream and pie to prevent her friend from figuring out that she is both Miley Stewart and Hannah Montana. I could not believe that a preteen would go through such lengths to appear “sexy,” but lo and behold, Miley reached a new level of debauchery. God help us all.
So, it is settled once and for all that Miley Cyrus is a creature conceived in the deepest canyons of mankind’s carnal desire, the likes of which we have never seen before. If George Orwell were around today, he would spin cautionary tales of a dystopian future when sex is a staple in popular culture, with Miley at the helm of this dangerous movement.
Friends, I beg of you, avert your eyes, lest they corrode and wither away to nothing. Instead of “Wrecking Ball,” watch the much cleaner and respectable video for “Blurred Lines.” Instead of Miley’s disgusting tribute to partying in the USA, listen to Rihanna’s “S&M,” a touching tribute to the band Smash Mouth and the chains (and whips) they broke with their inventive musical endeavors.
And for those of you who are not appalled by Miley’s antics and yet claim to care about this country, you can take your double standards and leave.
Some people are so hypocritical.
