I don’t use this blog for brief commentaries anymore, but this topic doesn’t merit an entire article. This is a minor moral lesson, designed for a quick jest.
So, my sources tell me there’s something called “The Eras Tour” by the special singer, Taylor Swift, who must be famous for her agility somehow.
This apparently follows a format where she performs her . . . uhh . . . “melodies” in accordance to her various life/career stages. So, it goes through her “country stage,” her “psycho phase,” and then her “crazy communist phase,” and so forth.
Much of it strikes me as redundant, but I also haven’t listened to pop music on purpose in many moons. My palate for bizarre modern music is nowhere near as sophisticated as that of today’s super intelligent youth.
Some people tell me this concert tour has practically put her audience into a trance, perhaps with the aid of incantations or other occult interventions. I’m not about to visit one of these events to confirm that. Nevertheless, after learning about this presentation series, and knowing of Swift’s less than sterling reputation for mature relationships, I have an important question.
Does this Eras Tour, supposedly documenting her life stages, include an ENCORE performance?
If so, would it involve the arrival of several KITTY CATS, allowed onto the stage?
Perhaps it should, as it would symbolize the final stage (or “era”) of the Elder Taylor Swift’s life: an unavoidable spiral into spinsterhood. As we all know, the companionship of swarms of cats, domestic or feral, awaits all young ladies who enter their senior years, after embracing feminism; hating all men and traditional culture. Therefore, it would be all too fitting for Miss Taylor to allow several cats, at least 10 or 12, onto the stage for an anticipatory performance, predicting her life’s “autumn era.”
What would be an appropriate song choice for the encore cat-lady act? I don’t know. These pop songs are ridiculous. I’ll toss out a few knee-jerk guesses . . .
How about Cat Scratch Fever from Ted Nugent?
Would you prefer Cat’s in the Cradle by Harry Chapin?
Maybe a better choice would be Taylor’s own song, WEE-HEE! ARE NEVER EVER EVER GETTING BACK TOGETHER!
There’s another selection where she mentions having “nothing in her brain.”
Either way, the Cat Act Finale, a guaranteed cacophony of meows and lip-syncing-singing, should encapsulate everything most essential to her legacy (and destiny). Nobody should possess a tremendous fear of what awaits them at life’s end, least of all, Taylor Swift, queen of the pop. This performance could even involve a guest appearance, from Yoko Ono, who would sing the song, while Miss Taylor lip syncs?
Nobody would know the difference!
Why Does This Pop Nonsense Matter?
I don’t know. I just wanted to make an extended cat-lady joke and remind people to avoid propagandistic “performers.”
There is, by the way, nothing inherently wrong with being an “old spinster,” insofar as one detaches from the world. Women and men alike can accomplish so much with more holy solitude later in life. This, regrettably, is not what you might find among modern women, who insist upon their “strong independence,” yet apply it wholly for secular ambitions.
God Bless You and Remember the Essentials
Catholics aren’t Zombies. Neither is Taylor Swift, but if she persists with her insufferable agenda, obviously inimical to the Catholic Religion, our only hope for salvation, she will suffer a much worse fate than zombie-hood.
Pray for Taylor Swift, including her detachment from the world. Pray the Rosary every day (15 decades). Don’t spend too much time thinking about famous people unless they have “St.” in front of their name.
Catholics Aren't Zombies! 