I’ve always felt that my cunning would have best been put to use fifty years ago, but I popped out the womb in ’91, what’re ya gonna do? For years, I wished that a time machine could be fabricated so I could escape from our current stimulus of making love, and know what it was to consider sex as a private operation. We are currently living in the year 2010, where one word typed in the google search box can get you a surplus of websites trying to sell you a month subscription of “girl on girl” downloads. Through a progressive leniency towards human sexuality, this world has seldom societies that sternly encourage traditionalist structure and respectable morals. In our current mainstream, one finds the blatant picture of juvenile fornication and lack of shrewd judgment. And to think, 54 years ago, the Ed Sullivan Show was censoring Elvis’ hips from appearing on the screen to millions of Americans because it was thought as too provocative for the average eye. Under an article by Christine Gibson, she notes a few facts on the event of Elvis’ censorship and comments on the success of sex being concealed for the sake of ethics.  Gibson professes, “Perhaps because it strongly affected popular culture as well as Elvis’s work—is his legendary first appearance on the Ed Sullivan Show, on September 9, 1956. Books and periodicals mentioning the show, broke rating records for the young medium and was one of the first to bring rock ’n’ roll to a mass audience, have erroneously reported that Elvis was shown only from the waist up, a triumph of censorship and evidence of the continued prudery of the 1950s” (American Heritage magazine). Hearing about this sort of obscurity from truth can almost turn us into non-believers, and that once upon a time, virtues were pivotal for lack of a better term. Have our rising metropolises and revolution of productivity only resulted in a casual choke the chicken session? Is this what we paid for? One can simply imagine what the future holds. Will our children underestimate the act of having sex as a simple accord between two people who want to experience euphoric sensations? There is no possible way to count the number of potential answers of what lies ahead, whether human beings will soon grasp the idea of our progressive destruction, or continue to desecrate everything that history once spoke of as upstanding. I am terrified to anticipate time unraveling, thus smothering generations to come, and recognizing sex as a whirlwind of simplicity and nonchalant copulation. As an optimist, my amount of faith in human kind is gargantuan, and I sense that the entire picture will soon bloom in the eyes of our misconstrued consensus. This article was in no way shape or form suppose to give the impression of an Amish-motif, but I thought I could shed a little light on the severity of this circumstance we so effortlessly brush off. So, the next time you plan on shaking your rump, please recall that not even “The King” had the privilege to show his off. SHABOOBALABOOPY 

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