Well, I’ve lived a long life, traveled the world, was caught in the middle of a PLO funeral procession in Beirut, had two White House briefings, appeared four times on the Jerry Springer Show before it became a circus, had a hit piece done on me by a national news magazine, but I’ve had my most shocking incident in my long life:  A female rock star (someone who yells with loud background  noise) in the presence of thousands of people (who have too much time on their hands), urinated into a man’s mouth.

That shows she was not the only nut or slut on the stage.

The lead singer for the eight-member band told the crowd, “I gotta pee” during the group’s set at the “Welcome to Rockville” music festival in Daytona Beach, Florida. In the middle of a number, she said, “I can’t make it to the bathroom. So, we might as well make a show out of it.” Proving that people will do anything to get attention, the “singer” called a middle-aged man to the stage, telling the audience what she would do. She told the man to lie flat on the stage while she dropped her pants, she urinated into his mouth, all while continuing to sing.

The Jewish prophet Jeremiah covered such things when he wrote in Jeremiah 6:15, “Were they ashamed when they had committed abomination? nay, they were not at all ashamed, neither could they blush: therefore, they shall fall among them that fall: at the time that I visit them they shall be cast down, saith the LORD.”

The prophet’s charge was a disparaging accusation; however, today, it is considered audacious, judgmental, and self-righteous to take such a stand. After all, to each his own.

There is plenty of shame to go around, but no one is blushing, an almost passé human reaction to offensive behavior. The exhibitionist rock singer knew she would get the much-desired attention for such outrageous actions. The poor slob who was so insecure, imbecilic, if not insane to permit such a dangerous, defiling, dishonorable act is to be pitied. After being sprayed for a few seconds, he did spit out some of the urine.

I wonder what his wife, girlfriend, mother, and sisters thought about his stupid cooperation in promoting an immoral stunt.

The band apologized, saying it wasn’t planned. Yeah, like the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade isn’t planned. So, now everyone knows of the band. The only band I know about is the Boys Marching Band in River City (that was supposed to keep the youngsters out of the pool hall).

The Florida crowd was disgusted, but does anyone really believe they will refuse to attend such a low-life event again? Only one person reported the incident to the police, but that person refused to follow up on it.

Evidently, the low-life singer will not be prosecuted for lewd behavior, and of course, her male participant can’t be prosecuted since stupidity is not a crime.

A few people were shocked, surprised, but few were shamed. It seems Americans have forgotten how to be ashamed. They don’t seem to understand that the inability to blush resulted in an ancient nation’s captivity for 70 years. The blush is especially revealing since it is an involuntary and uncontrollable response to embarrassment. A blush is totally normal.

Not many normal people around today.

Israel was on the cusp of being defeated and taken into Babylon Captivity for 70 years because they no longer delighted in the Word and rejected godly commandments, even thinking of them as a reproach. The nation—from the people to the priest to the prophets—dealt falsely, and everyone was “given to covetousness.” Having rejected biblical principles, “everyone deals falsely.” Even corrupt prophets preached “peace” when destruction was coming. Finally, the nation refused to admit their sin; therefore, not admitting their sin, they were not ashamed.

Why be ashamed? They had done nothing wrong!

Most of us have done something that caused our conscience to bother us, often resulting in a feeling of shame. Our action conflicted with our personal convictions, family, tradition, church teaching, and common-sense living. Experiencing shame indicates the person is not without hope.

Ordinary people blush when confronted with vile speech, immodest dress, off-colored stories, lewd acts, etc. The blush expresses a feeling that such activities are abnormal, abhorrent, and not acceptable. The unconscious blush says we are silently expressing our feelings that these acts are to be rejected by decent people.

However, in our day, anything is accepted. There is no right or wrong. There is your truth, their truth, and my truth instead of truth. So, when one blushes, he is considered naïve, old-fashioned, even quaint.

Adam and Eve were naked and unashamed, but they recognized their nakedness when they disobeyed the one command and were ashamed. Shame is closely associated with guilt. When we do wrong, we feel guilty. We often feel guilty because we are guilty. Shame is given by God to keep us from making fools of ourselves and doing irreparable harm to self, family, church, or nation.

Bill Clinton has always been an example of a male slut who disgraced himself, his family, his party, his church (from which he should have been expelled), and his nation with ongoing sleazy actions. Not only could he not blush, but he also looked the world in the face and lied—without shame. And yes, Donald Trump had similar problems.

As do many pastors, priests, politicians, performers, professors, and the press.

We hear people boasting of sexual prowess, hear advertisements for sexual objects, observe excessive repulsive sexual behavior by entertainers and athletes, all indications of a rotting society. Modern man accepts almost any activity except for child molestation, and there are examples of that being accepted. We are told not to make a judgment since nothing is really right or wrong. It just is. So, nothing is obscene, and anything goes.

Vile actions, vulgar talk, and violent movies are popular because the public approves of them. Shock art, repulsive trash to normal people, is highly valued. It seems many artists major on trash, and no one is supposed to say, “That is ugly, or a vile piece of trash, but within an impressive frame.”

Especially not to the President’s son.

Females dress like sluts and streetwalkers, and church members often show up in church in similar attire. We are told shame indicates an emotional problem, and repression is bad and causes hang-ups. Radicals tell us not to repress desires; after all, you are free. Don’t give up your liberty; do your own thing. Be your own self, whatever the cost. If others are offended, too bad.

I suppose I’m supposed to be ashamed of being ashamed. Being ashamed leads to feeling inadequate. Shame causes feelings of disgrace, dishonor, and disapproval. A person who feels shame wants to hide from everyone. Personal guilt involves self-condemnation for a wrong said or done, followed by confession and repentance.

Considering the wickedness in America, we will be wise to say with Ezra, “O my God, I am ashamed and blush to lift up my face to thee, my God: for our iniquities are increased over our head, and our trespass is grown up unto the heavens.”

Along with the loss of shame is the ability to blush has disappeared. After all, if nothing is wrong, then a blush is as unnecessary as a buggy whip in a Rolls Royce.

It appears America has begun to crumble since termites have been eating at its foundations for hundreds of years. The rot was clearly visible at the rock concert.

(Dr. Don Boys is a former member of the Indiana House of Representatives who ran a large Christian school in Indianapolis and wrote columns for USA Today for 8 years. Boys authored 20 books, the most recent,  Reflections of a Lifetime Fundamentalist: No Reserves, No Retreats, No Regrets! The eBook is available at Amazon.com for $4.99. Other titles at www.cstnews.com. Follow him on Facebook at Don  Boys, Ph.D., and visit his blog.  Send a request to DBoysphd@aol.com for a free subscription to his articles and click here to support  his work with a donation.)

The next earthquake in California may be in Hollywood where the elite pedophile ring might be exposed. But don’t count on it. That may be expecting too much of a return to sanity and decency.

However, in the heterosexual world, no one is talking about the women, victims for the most part, some of whom helped perpetuate the sexual assaults by their silence. Yes, they were fearful but they were complicit. Other women went along with the system to get to the top by climbing into bed with moral lepers–and are surprised they got “infected.” If they are screaming now, they are classic hypocrites and opportunists. They subscribed to the heresy that they could reach the stars by crawling in the mud and reach the top by going to the bottom. They are almost as repulsive as the moral lepers who took advantage of them.

Only God knows the few men who are totally innocent. Surely a few. While I am thrilled at the trend against sexual offenses, I must remind my readers that a charge is not a certainty and for sure not a conviction.

I find myself thinking the unthinkable: that we may see a return to yesteryear when life was simple, secure, and safe–when men were men and women were women. We liked it better that way.

I liked it when men stood in the presence of a lady; when men opened doors for all females; when a man always asked if it was all right to smoke in the presence of a lady; and when a man apologized profusely if he cursed in a lady (or a gentleman’s) presence.

I liked it when a young man asked permission of parents to date their daughter; when a young man always went to the door to get his date; when double-dating was the norm for couples thereby limiting the possibility of immoral behavior; when a date was taken home at a reasonable hour–set by the father; and when girls were modest and not rolling in mud with the pigs understanding that if they roll in mud with the pigs, then men will treat them that way.

I liked it when “thank you” notes for kindnesses done were sent after times of sickness, death, marriage, birth, and other life events; when anyone older was called Mr., Mrs. or Miss.; when Ms. was unacceptable; and when anyone in uniform was respected–even the mailman.

I liked it when Catholics, Jews, Protestants, and Baptists could disagree without being disagreeable; when you expected people of other religions to disagree; when there could be strong disagreement and not hatred of your challenger; when different races could actually disagree without some vacuous jerk throwing out the term racist, using it as his only defense; when feelings didn’t matter as much as facts; and when one could love his country but fear and criticize his government without it being considered treason.

I liked it when political correctness (raw intimidation) was unknown, unwanted, untoward and unnecessary–when no one forced us to think in an acceptable way; when one could think for himself without being considered ignorant, insensitive, and intolerant; and when the words bigot and racist were seldom used–only for bigots and racists.

I liked it when the most offensive word heard in the movies was damn; when actors kissed with their mouths shut; when you could watch television all day and never hear a curse word; when it was assumed by everyone that no sane person accepted same-sex “marriage”; when there was no doubt what gender a person was; when it was illegal for a man to be in a motel room with an unmarried, unrelated female; when a woman stayed at home if she and her husband chose to do so; when a wife knew she had a right to stay home without being considered a female wimp; when daycare was unnecessary; when families ate dinner together–at home and the menu was “Take it or Leave it”; when you married first then lived together; and when a husband’s major responsibility was to his wife–to love her, lead her, and lift her.

Yes, I admit my nostalgia for an America long gone.

I liked it when $20 would purchase groceries for a week; when gasoline was 30 cents per gallon and maps, air, and information were free–with a smile; when you went out at night unafraid; when you went out in daytime unafraid; when “made in Japan” meant junk; when “made in China” was unthinkable; when criminals went to jail and killers, rapists, traitors, and kidnappers went to the chair; when newspapers thrived on investigative reporting and usually it didn’t matter about the political party involved; when it was common to always have a gun in your car without someone calling a SWAT team; and when doctors made house calls.

I liked it when closets were for clothes, not for coming out of; when having a meaningful relationship meant getting along with your cousin; when you never locked your car or house; when schools were safe and peaceful; when girls never hitched rides with strangers; when babies were born out of wedlock but there was shame and regret; when a man went to the hospital if he desecrated the flag and was bruised and battered and almost buried if he burned or spat on it; when welfare was for the elderly, the sick, and the blind–not the young, the healthy, and the lazy; when the poor were too proud to take welfare; when grass was cut not smoked; and when AIDS were young volunteers in local hospitals.

I liked it when we went to church and heard truth–not leaving church at noon with the depths unstirred, the heart untouched, and the conscience unpricked; when pastors were the moral voice and the churches the moral compass of a city; when preachers were preachers, not psychologists, politicians, propagandists, or publicists; and when men did right because it was right to do right without any concern about the results.

We live in a tired, troubled, and trembling nation. The more violent the storm rages around us, the more we must depend on God to remain secure, sure, and steadfast. Without a return to biblical standards, there is little chance of survival.

Yes, those were days of decency, but we now live in a vicious, vile, and violent nation–a natural consequence that follows the rejection of biblical principles. After all, you can’t kill the golden goose and still collect golden eggs.

Maybe, just maybe, we are seeing a measure of, if not revival, at least a return to decency.

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Her husband was known as Phocion, the Good who served a record 45 terms in office but was finally executed as an old man by the leader of Macedonia. Phocion was known for his humility and his frugal living. His wife cooked their meals and he drew his own water and chopped his own wood. He could have been very wealthy because of his office but he refused many offers of money even from Alexander the Great. Both husband and wife were known for their manners, moderation, and modesty. Note that this was in pagan Greece before any Christian influence.

It is possible that the Apostle Paul had the above couple or a similar one in mind when he warned in 1 Tim. 2:9 “In like manner also, that women adorn themselves in modest apparel, with shamefacedness and sobriety; not with broided hair, or gold, or pearls, or costly array.” For us to suggest that women be modest in apparel, attitude, and actions as Paul commanded is almost quaint. Moreover, not only do feminists go ballistic but also many closet feminists in our churches are quick to demand the right to wear whatever they choose, even if the Apostle Paul or their husbands disagree.

Modesty means a “regard for decency of behavior, speech, dress, etc.; moderation”–a quality not seen much anymore. God has always required decency going back to the Garden of Eden when He dressed Adam and Eve with animal skins to hide their nakedness. PETA wasn’t around then to protest.

Concerning the priests in Israel, Moses commanded in Ex. 28:42, “And thou shalt make them linen breeches to cover their nakedness.” Pagan priests of Bacchus and other pagan gods often ministered naked. God demanded a higher standard for His priests requiring purity and decency in every part of the Divine worship, in opposition to the shocking indecency of the pagans.

In the New Testament God required women to be known for shamefacedness and sobriety. Ladies wore the stola, a simple female covering that was often highly ornamented with gold and precious stones. Both among the Greek and Roman women, their hair was often crisped and curled in a complex manner with gold and silver strands woven throughout. God warned against excessive, opulent appearance since Christians are to draw people to Christ, not to themselves. Christian women were to be known for godliness, not gaiety, and gaudiness. They still are.

Clothes have been used since the beginning of time for defense, for decency, and for decoration. The Bible warns that Christians should dress nicely, neatly, but not naughtily. That principle, if followed, would decimate the female clothes’ market if implemented by Christians alone.

Christians and decent non-Christians should be modest without being archaic. One can go to the extremes of wearing clothes that reveal what only a spouse should see or of wearing antiquated clothes thereby drawing attention to one’s self. Both extremes are wrong.

Parents should train young children to be modest by teaching them that their bodies are sacred and private, not dirty. It is scandalous that parents are careless with their bodies and permit boys and girls to be cavalier with uncovered bodies in the home. Children should be taught modesty but not prudery.

Schools, both public and Christian, have contributed to lack of modesty by gang showers whereby many girls or boys shower at the same time. That saves money in construction but can destroy insecure young people. Of course, the possibility of the opposite sex going into a public bathroom is indecent, inane, and insane. Radical leftists are so concerned about how a “transgender” person might feel but have absolutely no concern for the visual, mental, and possible physical assault of innocent youth of the opposite sex.

Even Billy Graham, known as a very principled person in his personal life, went swimming nude with President Lyndon Johnson in the White House pool. Billy should have told the very vulgar and vile president that he never undressed for anyone except for his wife.

One of the most distasteful, disgraceful, and degrading incidents showing total disregard for modesty and decency was Megyn Kelly’s interview with Howard Stern who is known for his vulgarity. Megyn was dressed provocatively almost falling out of her blouse. Stern made a big deal how she was dressed. She laughed when Howard asked her about the size of her husband’s sex organ. She laughed when he asked the same question about Roger Ailes! She laughed when he asked the possibility of having sex with Bill O’Reilly. He got her to admit that her breasts were real and discussed the size of them! He asked, “Did you have sex during your pregnancy?” “Was the size of your husband’s penis important to you?” “Do you have a good sex life?” A modest woman would have been off the stage within seconds.

He asked her to choose from each of three questions: “Whom would you marry?” then “Whom would you have sex with?” and “Whom would you kill?” She was to choose from Bill O’Reilly, Sean Hannity, and Glenn Beck. She played his game saying she would marry Hannity, have sex with O’Reilly, and kill Beck. Megyn can’t even spell modesty.

If her priest had any convictions, he would remove her from the membership of her church. And if Fox officials had any character, they would fire her.

Surely, her husband and three children were horrified. How could anyone in the family be seen in public after that interview? I wonder if her husband reprimanded her and forbade her to appear on Stern’s show again! Of course, almost everyone reading this will say that he has no right to forbid her from doing anything. Yea, but that’s another column.

Ancient Greek women would not have been as crude, coarse, and callous as Kelly. For sure, she would not say as did the Greek general’s wife, “My husband is my ornament.”

I have scorn for Kelly, sorrow for her family, and am scared for America.

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Individuals will make up their own minds about Cracker Barrel and I have decided to forgive them because they seem sincere in their apology. However, if it happens again then it will be obvious that Cracker Barrel officials don’t know who butters their biscuits. Maybe they will get the message when pro family customers go elsewhere to eat. After all Chick-fil-a is still doing a roaring business–except on Sunday.

STOP is a very loose coalition of concerned Christians who are weary of business owners who pander to the Perversion Lobby that represents Christians as haters. We are determined to remind all who will listen that we are the people who love homosexuals enough to tell them the truth about perversion. We are in the ministry of nudging, not pushing, other decent people to get involved.

I am sure many people who don’t identify with Bible-believing Christians will also get involved with STOP activities. No doubt we will pick up a few stray nuts and others who loaf on the fringe of every group but we will have to live with that. I am willing to admit that all the nuts are not in the Perversion Lobby. Some are in the church lobby, carry a Bible, and wear a silly grin. For sure, all nuts are not on the trees. No doubt, some of the Repulsive Radical Religious Right will get involved, especially in Kansas, but we will disavow them with the understanding that it is still not illegal to be a religious nut in America.

We will also have to live with some in the Christian community who will oppose our activities as being unchristian, unwise or maybe unnecessary. Furthermore, some asinine critics will use the Bible to tell us we are wrong! It is a misuse of English to call religious leaders, leaders if they don’t lead! Usually they are weaklings masquerading as leaders. Most Christians want a leader with hair on his chest, a working brain in his head, an understanding heart in his bosom, and a stiff bone in his back. Most loosey-goosey religious leaders are missing all four but do have a small yellow streak up their backs.

Even an old dog knows the difference in being kicked around and being stumbled over. So do astute Christians, who will no longer be kicked around without expressing our outrage by withholding our credit cards and our cash. You remember cash; it’s a four-letter word not seen often.

Some of my crowd will suggest that they are too busy to get involved in STOP. Say what? Those  same pastors give the impression that they work day and night preaching the Gospel, visiting the sick, feeding the hungry, knocking on doors, etc. Of course, everyone knows they spend time on the golf course, bowling alleys, hunting, fishing, and watching some of the new vile television shows. So, I think all religious leaders and decent laymen can spare a couple hours every couple months to take a public position on decency as supported by the Bible they are profess to believe. Preachers who are critical of STOP are willing to preach from the pulpit but not practice in the streets and on social media what they say they believe.

Others will tell us that they can’t be involved in STOP because it is not right to demand a business owner serve them as did the Civil Rights demonstrators. I agree. That’s the point: we don’t want them to serve us. We want to serve them! We want to convince them that it is a stupid business decision to antagonize 98% of their customer base. We want to help them, not hurt or harass them.

I have a computer list headed “National STOP List” with my name at the top. Many others have added their names in the last few hours with more being added every hour. I have a “State STOP List” and under Georgia I am listed. I may add an international list. My plea went out Dec. 24 to pastors and laymen for help in calling attention to the normalcy of a pro-family position. I requested name, city, state, and email. No one will have access to that list but me and I will never turn it over to anyone for any reason. When the next business owner decides to dance with the dandies of the Perversion Lobby, I will send out an alert to my list in the appropriate state or throughout the nation. All will be invited to get involved. I will not harass anyone to get involved; however, I will remind them of this opportunity to do something practical in support of the Bible and common sense.

We will be more sure of success if there is state and national communication between me and everyone else. After all, I can’t be aware of every problem. So cooperating Christians will contact me when a business goes off the rails and I will check it out and disperse the facts either at the state level or national level. Such cooperation will make us all more effective without a national office, budget, and other normal requirements for a large, effective movement.

If a “spontaneous” confrontation is necessary, I will issue a press release or column announcing the issue with the business, locations, and suggested procedures. Each person can then use his influence to influence others to apply pressure, kindly of course. So business owners take note: Christians have learned something from Blacks, feminists, homosexuals, Hispanics, socialists, and others: we will never be unkind, unruly, untruthful, or unchristian but we will be heard and will STOP funding businessmen who kick us around as they accept our money.

Let me assure everyone that the road to America’s moral garbage dump is paved with bad intentions. The Perversion Lobby wants to destroy your way of life. STOP is a simple and, with social media, an easy way to make a difference instead of whining about our “mistreatment.”

Hey, even a mangy old dog knows the difference in being stumbled over and kicked around. We have been kicked too many times and we demand a Stop To Oppressive Persecution.

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Copyright 2013, Don Boys, Ph.D.