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.
First appeared on WorldNetDaily.com.