Frankly Speaking

Allah has a story up at Hot Air that is just, well, unbelievable. To the point that I really can't believe that this is not a hoax. A Yale art major is using her forced miscarriages as a medium for her "art".

Beginning next Tuesday, Shvarts will be displaying her senior art project, a documentation of a nine-month process during which she artificially inseminated herself "as often as possible" while periodically taking abortifacient drugs to induce miscarriages. Her exhibition will feature video recordings of these forced miscarriages as well as preserved collections of the blood from the process.

My brain is reeling. I can't believe the depths to which we have sunk as a society that someone actually thinks this has anything at all to do with art. This is the single best example I can think of why the government should never fund art. Ever. If there is not a market for this kind of trash, then the taxpayers should not be forced to support it. And before you get your panties in a wad, I know my tax dollars aren't supporting this specific project, but how do you think this idiot is going to make a living once she graduates? You think people are going to be lining up at Sotheby's to by her "art"?

When, exactly, did art become about politics and invoking discourse? When Michaelangelo was carving the statue of David, do you think he was more interested in creating a beautiful work of art, or creating a public conversation on whether giants should be allowed to walk around naked? The entire art world have become self absorbed, elitists who think that they exist to shock the rest of the world into thinking as they do through their "art". It reminds me of an old joke.

A couple attending an art exhibition were staring at a portrait that had them completely confused. The painting depicted three very black and totally naked men sitting on a bench. Two of the figures had black penises, but the one in the middle had a pink penis.

The curator of the gallery realised that they were having trouble interpreting the painting and offered his assessment. He went on for nearly half an hour explaining how it depicted the sexual emasculation of African-Americans in a predominately white, patriarchal society. "In fact," he pointed out, "some serious critics believe that the pink penis also reflects the cultural and sociological oppression experienced by gay men in contemporary society."

After the curator left, a Scottish man approached the couple and said, "Would you like to know what the painting is really about?"

"Now why would you claim to be more of an expert than the curator of the gallery?" asked the couple.

"Because I'm the guy who painted it," he replied. "In fact, there's no African-Americans depicted at all. They're just three Scottish coal-miners. The only difference is that the guy in the middle went home for lunch."

I've had it up to here with the pretentious, elitist blowhards who look down their noses at the common rabble of humanity with disdain. These same people who think Marixism was the greatest of all societal experiments, despite the fact that it has failed everywhere it has ever been tried.

Bah, I've pretty much just had it with everyone. It won't be long till I'm the old guy spraying the neighborhood kids with the hose and yelling for them to "Get off my lawn".

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