Montero Lamar Hill, with stage name Lil Nas X, has released both a song and a pair of shoes. Both are of note. The song is MONTERO (Call Me By Your Name), and might have something to do, so the singer said, of a time when he was a 14-year-old boy and recruited into homosexuality.
Let’s discuss the song first. Hill sings through a machine; the voice is over-processed, which I gather is standard in the days of the talentless. There is no melody, or even rhythm, to speak (or sing) of. There is only the man’s robotic voice overlaid with (surprisingly) mild machine-generated noises that almost resemble music. Almost.
Envying The Deaf
The lyrics are, as expected, pornographic, although not as graphic as other hit songs. The male orgasm is portrayed by allusion, and incorrectly at that. There are the now obligatory “niggas”. Other than that, it’s rather dull. When the song announces “I’m not fazed, only here to sin”, it’s banal.
The video itself has a slick production, with many pretty colors and plenty of faqqotry.
Hill descends into Hell and then, as reported, gives a bored Satan a lap dance. The rapper himself takes pleasure from the implied sodomy, but Satan looks, at best, annoyed. This could be because, as Fr Z reminds us, the demonic angels loathe sodomy just as much as the sane.
As Low As You Can Go
This is from St. Catherine of Siena’s conversation with God:
…but these wretches not only do not bridle this fragility, but do worse, committing that accursed sin against nature, and as blind and fools with the light of their intellect darkened, they do not know the stench and misery in which they are. It is not only that this sin stinks before Me, Who am the Supreme and Eternal Truth, it does indeed displease Me so much and I hold it in such abomination that for it alone I buried five cities by a Divine judgment, My Divine justice being no longer able to endure it. This sin not only displeases Me as I have said, but also the devils whom these wretches have made their masters. Not that the evil displeases them because they like anything good, but because their nature was originally angelic, and their angelic nature causes them to loathe the sight of the actual commission of this enormous sin.
If you’re grossing out demons, you might want to consider a new line of work.
Didn’t See The Coming
After the lap dance, Hill snaps the neck of Satan, killing him. He rips off Satan’s horns and dons them for himself, after which he grows wings and develops glowing eyes, reaching his apotheosis. We can only presume he is now Lord of Hell.
Which is not dissimilar to the message orthodox Christians try to impart about sodomy.
We Are The Remnant
The song is popular. Almost 19 million views on YouTube when I saw it. All the big names are full of praise. The New York Times likes it.
The best summary is from Yahoo news, with this headline: “Lil Nas X gives masterclass in putting conservatives who call Montero (Call Me By Your Name) ‘evil’ in their place”. The author never spells out what this place is, but hints it isn’t a desirable location.
Riding on his popularity, Hill signed his name to tennis shoes. For the purpose of riling up normal people, they are called “Satan’s shoes”.
Walking The Wide Path
The shoes feature a painting of the damned in the box. There is a pentagram on the tongue (appropriate, given the video), “666” on the soles, a Nike swoosh, and, they say, but some dispute it, a drop of blood in each shoe. Presumably this was supplied by one of the sweat shop workers.
They made 666 of the things, selling them for $1,018 a pair. I saw somewhere (but lost the link) of bids at least double that, which shows there’s more than one way to prove yourself a fool.
There is even a Bible verse pointer printed, “Luke 10:18”. This is when Jesus said, “I saw Satan fall like lightning from heaven.” So we have defeat printed on shoes (thank you; I’ll be here all week).
This verse comes in the Chapter where our Lord sends out seventy-two men to proselytize. Jesus said (10:10-12):
But when you enter a town and are not welcomed, go into its streets and say, “Even the dust of your town we wipe from our feet as a warning to you. Yet be sure of this: the kingdom of God has come near.” I tell you, it will be more bearable on that day for Sodom than for that town.
This post originally appeared at The Stream in edited form.
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Not “Apo-THEOSis”, you rather mean “apo-daimon-osis”. He is not getting to be a god… Not even that!!!!
Wow. Cardi bs brother
Everything that is good and beautiful is being shunned and rejected and everything bad and ugly is being praised and promoted by our rulers. And the monkeys are following and aping them.
Thanks for the debrief on your recon op behind enemy lines, Sarge — that’s quite a devilish feat, sneakering up on ol’ Scratch, dancing with the accuser, and beating the rap. I’m glad you didn’t blow it, that would have been so dumb. Clearly, this Hill fellow sold his sole to Satan for a song.
Dean: If you sell your soul to Satan, then kill Satan, does that void the contract? Seems to me, Sir Rapper killed the Golden Goose, yet he’s sold out all the shoes. Faked Satan’s death, I would guess, or Satan has a real surprise later on….All kinds of questions arise. The only non-question is is Sir Rapper evil and vile. That’s self-evident.
As a musical palate cleanser here’s Karl Richter and crew performing Bach’s Brandenburg Concerto #6:
Here is our heritage at its best; the incomparable Bach and one of his finest compositions, interpreted by the brilliant Karl Richter, leading from the harpsichord, and a handsome group of well-dressed and talented musicians playing in a gorgeous room. The only way it could get any better would be if you could be there, in that fantastic room, listening to the music alive and flowing over you in delightful warm waves. Oh!
All six Brandenburgs with Richter are on Youtube and all are worth watching, even though the sound is subpar, for the visual settings and watching Richter lead the ensemble. This one, the Sixth, is especially engaging for the first movement fugue-o-rama with the theme being tossed back and forth like jugglers and a rollicking rhythm that makes you want to get up and dance.
And here’s what it looks like when Bach gets up and dances:
That’s George Balanchine’s Concerto Barocco with a young Suzanne Farrell (1966) and Marne Morris in an absolutely superb and stunning performance. Watch the intro here, with the corps de ballet, then Marne enters, and lastly la Farrell, who is simply mesmerizing in her lithesome, long and leggy grace-a-liciousness. Oh man, I could watch this all day… all this WHITE! loveliness on display! It’s putting such a happy, lively spring in my step for doing the chores I have today. (And they say white people can’t dance!? — the bloody savages!)
No talent hacks have been using shock to garner attention and gain popularity for a long time. That’s all this is. Trouble is, it has to escalate like taking a narcotic. The second dose needs to be bigger than the first to obtain the same effect, and then the third dose…
Once talentless hack Elvis Presley, who wasn’t a musician, couldn’t write songs, but was simply a dime-a-dozen decent looking guy who could carry a tune turned himself into a superstar by simply gyrating his soon to be not so skinny arse around on the newly popular teevee in 50’s USA, the path from talentless wannabe to stardom was laid clear. I guess he thought, incorrectly, that it beat a lifetime of driving a truck in Tupelo, Mississippi. Trouble is, it diminished us all a little, it lowered us all a little. Some of the shine of what we were was gone.
Now the next guy who wants to cash in on the same schtick can’t simply shake his butt around because that’s been done and is no longer shocking. He has to step it up a little to attract the same amount of headlines and eyeballs. On and on until we have a loser making money selling sodomy and satan shoes. Same formula. Tried and true.
I wonder what the next guy is going to do?
This culture is, and has been for a long time, a worthless cesspit.
Though there are still lights shining through the darkness. Here, appropriately on Good Friday, is a lovely performance of a work by perhaps the finest living classical composer, Arvo Pärt’s “Stabat Mater”: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ddFX_KRbMoU
NIKE is not a fan:
This is the equivalent of a 4 year old saying “poopie!” and giggling his head off because he said a bad word. And of course all his little buddies in the NYT, et al, giggling along with him.
I feel a little stupider after having read this…