Televison: No Panty Grammy's

I have to say I haven't watched the Grammy's in like ... forever. Something years ago triggered me the wrong way. Maybe it was all the slutty-skin-exposing outfits some of the stars wore. Or maybe it was the cost of the gowns and jewelry they flaunted and the after-party--there are children all over the world starving. Why hasn't this issue been solved? Guess someone getting a Grammy is more important. Right? You betcha!

Anyway, to start the evening out right tonight, Madonna, one of many Star-slutzes there, pranced down the red-carpet exposing her butt-cheeks. Just what I want my daughters to see if they were still little. Thought this was for family-viewing? You can check out her fifty-something-year-old booty HERE... if you like along with more revealing evening gowns.

But this post was supposed to be about the Grammy's being used to invoke the devil right into our living rooms.

At the 2012 Grammy's Nicki Manaj did a rather strange performance. An Exorcism of Roman, the spirit dude that she's admitted to living inside her.

So do you think she's possessed? She might be.

And then, there is Katy Perry's Dark Horse performance at the 2014 Grammy's. It was so disturbing that Christian artist, Natalie Grant, got up and walked out. She even Tweeted about it being a Satanic ritual.

Katy has admitted to selling her soul to the devil for her fame and fortune.

So what do you all think?

Before I go, just wanted everyone to know that I'm still suspended from Facebook and still haven't heard from the Facebook people. I really don't know what I did that was considered suspicious behavior.

Okay.

Hugs and chocolate, all!
Shelly

Televison: The Great Super Bowl Ritual

Once upon a time, I used to have my own Super Bowl Ritual. A big pan of brownies. A half gallon of vanilla ice cream and another of chocolate. I'd share it with my five daughters while we watched the game. If only I could've fast forwarded to the commercials and the half-time show.

That night, however, the game seemed to have its own ritual going on.

My oldest, Fred, loved all the hype that went along with it. In 2004, we were bedazzled by Janet Jackson and Justin Timberlake. We all got our groove on as we watched Janet shake her thing through two songs before Justin joined her on stage.

Well ... you all know what happened next. Right? Fred let out a blood curdling scream. I about choked on a brownie. And the other four girls giggled, "Look at her titty, mommy!"

Now you can't tell this mama that this wasn't done on purpose. It looked totally deliberate to me. This chick didn't just fall off the milk truck.

Anyway, ever since this nipple slip, I haven't bothered to watch the Super Bowl. In my opinion, I can't trust what's going to happen. So I stay clear. But I do read up on the game and the half-time entertainment.

The last several posts have been on subliminal messaging through watching television. And I don't believe this to be a wonky conspiracy theory either. I'm embarrassed to say that while my girls were growing up, I innocently subjected them to televised crap of all kinds. What was I thinking? But then mashed banana brains don't think because they can't think.

You know, there's a couple Conspiracy Theories on the Super Bowl. One, its used as a distraction to keep the masses docile and unconcerned about what's happening to America. Could be. Two, it invites the naïve into participating in an innocent little Satan worship. Could be.

Here are few videos. Tell me what you think?

Did you know that Madonna has been dubbed the High Priestess of the Super Bowl? They hide it in plain sight.

Did you know Beyoncé summons a spirit named Sasha right before she performs? She's admitted to it.

 

 I can hardly wait to read about Katy Perry's performance tomorrow and watch it in on YouTube. It ought to be interesting. At the Music Awards show she was accused of worshipping Satan right on stage.

Oh a and the third conspiracy is to get all the Super Bowl followers ready for the Beast System. Of course, this will be another blog.

For now, gotta run.

Hugs and chocolate, all!
Shelly

Cyndi Lauper v. Madonna

Yup. Today, I’ll briefly write about these two music icons and give you a diddy from Secondhand Shoes.

Both gals showed up in 1983. But it was Cyndi Lauper who stuck in my head. There was something special about her. And no, it wasn’t the funny-colored hair or the goofy lips she used to make.

It was her passion. The girl had soul when she sang. It all came from her heart.

And then there was Madonna and still is.

I never did hear the passion in her voice about what she sang about but she did drool money, money, money... Oh, and I can’t forget SEX. She was a marketable exhibitionist which meant she’d do anything for fame and fortune.

Personally, I prefer Cyndi Lauper any day. She literally glowed when she performed like a song-angel. Still does.

And Madonna well…she’s no angel in my book.

Diddy time:

Some scissors sat on a table in the open break room. I looked around to see if anyone was watching. Nope. I grabbed them and hurried to the bathroom.

I slipped the shirt over my head and slid my arms into the short sleeves. Madonna. Cyndi Lauper. Today I can dress punk and not feel out of place. Gram’s so smart.

I cut the lower half of my dress above my knees. Took that material and cut some strips. They’d make a nice belt and bow for the top of my head. I’m sure Madonna and Cyndi Lauper would think it cool to have a bow displayed over a ball cap. Why not?

I tied a nice sash around the waist of the large-sized shirt and rolled my sleeves up. So Madonna, with one long laced arm instead of laced leggings. Next, I tied up the ball cap with a big girlie bow, something nineteen-twentyish. I looked into the mirror. They’ll never notice me in this.

Shelly Arkon © 2012