“I don’t even know his last name.” That was the theme of a country song on the radio a month or two ago. It’s about a woman taking home a man from the bar and in the morning she’s feeling (hee hee) naughty because she didn’t even know his last name.
In an age of HIV / AID’s I think the promotion (hee hee) of that kind of life-style is criminal. It wouldn’t matter if she knew his full name and family history. She was having sex with a man she’d just met - Bad Idea!
And that is why I could never be a disc jockey. The lifestyles described in secular music, if followed (“I love their songs because they describe life as it is.”) will virtually guarantee
. broken relationships,
. children being raised by multiple “uncles”,
. a life of never knowing real love and
while living a chronic pattern of using others and being used by others.
Love, according to those geniuses in the secular world is described by “If the person that you want to fuck is cute, and rich and desired by others then, like, you’re in love."
To make sure that it's true love and not just infatuation, look for telltale signs of love like, possessive, controlling behaviours, or the sometimes hard to recognise greed / need / lust combination. True love the kind promoted by celebrities is jealous and obsessive and absent of the freedom promoted by the religious. Of course love is sex but most of all true secular love is based on impulse and defies all rational self-control. Really all you need to find love in the secular world is to be emotionally stunted and sexually disoriented.
Probably ten years ago, or so, I was riding with a couple staff to a meeting when a certain song came on the radio. With a “Oh I love this song” she turned it up. It was that song “Every where you go. Every move you make, every breath you take, I’ll be watching you.” A love song, Pfft!
I mentioned that it sounded like a theme song for stalkers. This mental health counsellor, for the first time, saw that song in a light other than obsession = love.
At this very moment my four-year-old is down stairs singing to Band Hero, “Do you want to be my lover . . .”
I could never be a disc jockey forcing / indoctrinating the most vulnerable among us with secular values.