The short version of this post on why we need more good and Godly feminine role models like The Queen, now more than ever, can be summed up as follows:
Britney Spears, Scarlett Johansson, Angelina Jolie, Princess Di, Paris Hilton, Madonna, suicide bomber and grandmother Fatma An-Najur, the 46 million women who had abortions last year as a way of "choosing" after rather than before the fact, and the almost 40% of mothers in this country who now have children out-of-wedlock, seemingly without need of a father, just to name a few.
The list goes on. The slope gets slipperier. The bar lower. The nonesense louder. The sense of entitlement grander. The clothes scantier. And the truth ever more relative.
If we don't like the way the world really operates, then we can bend reality to our basest desires and redefine it. Can't we?
The eyes and attention of the masses go so automatically to the most fascinating, stickiest, lowest common denominator that we fail to see the quieter, less obvious higher Truths of enduring life and love. Let alone have time to think about them.
And as we give our attention to their pruient machinations, even momentarily, we become accomplices to the ever-increasing depravity of our world.
And so without further ado, let us divert our attention elsewhere and leave Britney and her desperate-for-attention, clueless, childish companions to their own pathetic destruction, pray for their salvation and turn our gaze upwards.
The Queen might be a good place to start again.
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