Yeah, Ke$ha has a quasi-Satanic orgy in a church in her video for Die Young.
These things happen. Of course, it isn’t really Satan she’s worshipping, it’s just the sad old flesh. Because that’s all she’s got (at least in the song), and she knows it ain’t gonna last. The word “die” shows up 17 times in the lyrics for this pop ditty, and that’s not counting the part where the word repeats like a stuck record: Die, die, die, die, die. Hell, the thing opens with the shot of a hearse arriving at the church.
Girl is haunted, yo. “Let’s make the most of the night like we’re gonna die young.” Oh, did we mention that she wrote Britney’s minor hit, “Til the World Ends”? “Keep on dancing til the world ends” is just a cosmic version of “Let’s make the most of the night like we’re gonna die young.” And her big breakthrough? “Tik Tok.” “Tick tock on the clock but the party don’t stop, no.” Time’s running out. She’s gotta be the most death-obsessed pop starlet going right now. The bacchanal starts to make more sense.
Today in NJLNJ (Now Jesus Loves New Jersey): Rino Edition
Now that’s the Garden State I remember…
Because a long time ago, God loved the Republicans; now, if the 2012 election was any indicator, God loves the Democrats and so, naturally, Republicans must also love Democrats… So, I repeat, this is the diminutive mid-Atlantic state once inhabited by the Lenni Lenape which I knew so well in my youth.
Even nature groans to give birth to such an oversized pacakage as Mr. Chris Christie offers to midwife – as NJ now has a place to throw all the good money following this tom-foolery.
Which brings us to the slow browning out of America – and to that end a quick Browning out of Mr. Christopher Christie:
Christie Crashes
The pigs’re on the wing,
And Christie’s on the horn;
The presser’s at seven;
The surrender-flag unfurled;
The buzz has a sting;
The cynic yawns with scorn;
God’s lost in heaven—
All’s left in the world!