There we were, my precious 11-year-old daughter and I, curled up on the couch, anxiously awaiting the Super Bowl halftime extravaganza. Let's be clear about this: We weren't watching the game ? not a single minute of it. Nope, we were having a girls' fun night running back and forth between decorating her room and trying to catch the much-awaited halftime spectacle. And boy, what a spectacle it was. Janet "Flashing" Jackson and all.
Halftime had already started before we realized it, so we quickly scrambled to catch the rest of the show. Big mistake. I should have known better when I saw the cast of shady characters gyrating across the stage to chaotic music and words I couldn't quite understand. But I'm an optimist, so as we snuggled close and threw the blanket over our legs, I just knew the show would get better. "Besides," I thought, "millions upon millions of families are gathered around their television sets across America to watch the biggest game of the year ? we can't all be wrong." At that precise moment, I became a very dumb blonde, as I sat uncomfortably glued to the tube along with the rest of America and my trusting, vulnerable little girl.
By the time Justin Timberlake ripped off half of Janet's bra to reveal her bare breast like some cheap lap dancer, it was too late.
The over-sexualized commercials ? of which I saw a few ? should have tipped me off that even the Super Bowl is no longer family-friendly. From crotch-grabbing dogs, to a monkey begging a girl for sex, to ways to enhance romance, the nation was saturated with Super Bowl sex.
What, exactly, does any of that have to do with the American pastime of football? The game used to be about teamwork, and athletic ability, and strategy. It used to be about a competition between the best of the best. It seems that America has been sliding down the slippery sewer of cultural immorality for so long that it was not until we were faced with Jackson's disgust for America and our values that we realized, ugh, we're covered with stinking sludge.
My friend and colleague, David Spady, of Salem Communications has a much better phrase for what America was exposed to on Super Bowl Sunday: Cultural terrorism. He's right. While American soldiers are dying overseas to protect our freedom, we're becoming slaves to malevolence in our own homes. While we're subjected to body searches at airports, increased monitoring of communications, and constantly changing terror alerts ? all to combat terrorists who would destroy our nation ? we invite cultural terrorists into our homes and allow them to destroy our sensibilities and the innocence of our children.
I, for one, have had enough. Janet Jackson, et al declared war on America's families, and it's time to fight back.
A recent paper from the Heritage Foundation reports on a poll in which parents were asked if they want their kids to be taught about sex and condoms, or if they would like for someone to help them teach abstinence and virtue. Guess what? Parents want schools to tell their children "no" when it comes to sex.
Nine in 10 say they want teachers to link sex to love, intimacy and commitment and to point out that these qualities are most likely found in marriage. Nearly 96 percent want their children taught that abstinence is the only way to prevent sexually transmitted diseases and a host of psychological problems and will enable them to form healthy relationships and marriages later on.
They want the no-sex message to come through loud and clear.
But many of these same parents give up in the cultural battle and allow their kids to view countless hours of raunchy videos and television, fill their minds with vulgar lyrics, and dress like the above-mentioned lap dancer on her way to "work."
Moms, Dads ... it's time to go to battle for our kids. Set the standards higher for your schools and yourselves. Set limits on everything from video content to television viewing to how your kids should dress ? and stick with them.
And let your voices be heard loud and clear by CBS and others who would pass-off cheap tricks as family entertainment. Log on to www.family.org and click on "Speak Out on the Raunchy Super Bowl Half-time Show" where you can e-mail many of those responsible for the Super Bowl Sexcapade to let them know you've had enough.
Oh, and one more thing. Next time, join me in shutting off the smut before it's too late.
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