I was thinking of putting a softer title but it shouldn't. Perversions should be called perversions. To know that they are perverts and to be remembered as such. Thus, there is no possibility of semantic leeway.
Years ago we were mad that we couldn't win Eurovision. I am now convinced that we should be proud not to participate.
With mouse steps, Eurovision from a relatively prestigious music festival, (I personally always found it to be some kind of new-democratic version of the political song in the style of “Allen Mack“), turned into a parade of some new nasty, which they fiercely want us to they push it for normal. To be fair such nasties have always existed, but due to the nature of progress they have been confined to certain regions or nations. Today's bad has the ambition to be global, pan-European and why not worldwide?
Eurovision is no longer a musical forum of the old continent. The meaning of the music is missing. It's all flags, political globalist declarations and some imitation of fair elections. Gaydom and Satanism are a cult, and the political pink vibrator acts as a backbone.
Let's go back years and see the Overton window in action. (Get a read on what an Overton window means, you'll need it.) The first steps were kind of tentative until the dice rolled and we were served Conchita Wurst. Then his contradictory nature was accepted with indulgence and curiosity.
There's been some really beautiful music over the years, but it's somehow been underappreciated. Political correctness and pederasty always beat her. Smarter performers caught on to the trend and started with the creases. So came that body positive performer who crooned. He hummed a few songs and went off into oblivion. But he left as a winner. European winner.
Today we are on a wave of body positive (which in old-speak means fat) Ukrainian women drooling over blue-yellow nipples and self-created apocalyptic creatures. As a serious oversight, I consider the fact that there are no small wax figures of Putin to decapitate on stage under a waterfall of fireworks in the name of peace. But let me not dream…
The most unacceptable thing is that all this is offered as the new values of Europe, the new musical taste of Europe, the contemporary musical currents in Europe. Behind all this shines the political order. Kind of like the modern European party line. And the music? Fuck the music too! Take out the flags and vibrators. Put the horns and attack until you croak.