Okay, okay, all right already.

August 4th, 2025.

In a world full of turmoil, bombings, wars, ethnic strife, and dictatorial oppression,

a hot controversy erupted last week over American Eagles' ad campaign, one that featured

a pun involving good genes and the body of sexpot Sidney Sweeney.

To be frank, there was quite a bit to enjoy in the spectacle.

One was the comedies going nuts over the ad campaign, acting as though being blonde and attractive

and white were an incipient war crime, as though the next stop was likely to be

an invasion of Belgium. So that was a treat. The second treat was imagining the ad execs

who thought up the campaign, who were being soundly chastised, crying as the saying goes, all the way to

the bank. The blowback against American Eagle was a wall of noise from the left, and no displeasure

was registered in the value of

their stock at all, quite the reverse. So the behavior of ad execs on the way to said bank

needs to be jotted down as a pleasant thought experiment. And then the third thing to enjoy was the

sight of the general public simply not caring about any form of political correctness at all.

All the woke checks are bouncing now.

It seems that there's a broad consensus that has grown up around George Carlin's observation,

the political correctness is just fascism masquerading as manners. So it seems that pretty much

everybody is on to that game by now and have decided to quit playing it. At the same time,

and yet, modesty and decorum, biblical teaching,

let us be frank, you and I. A number of Christians, knowing that we were not put into this world for

pleasure alone, found themselves playing teeter-totter in their souls for a bit. They enjoyed the

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