To Nero, Emperor of Rome, Master of the World, Divine Pontiff.
I know that my death will be a disappointment to you, since you wished to render me this service yourself. To be born in your reign is a miscalculation; but to die in it is a joy. I can forgive you for murdering your wife and your mother, for burning our beloved Rome, for befouling our fair country with the stench of your crimes. But one thing I cannot forgive – the boredom of having to listen to your verses, your second-rate songs, your mediocre performances. Adhere to your special gifts, Nero – murder and arson, betrayal and terror. Mutilate your subjects if you must; but with my last breath I beg you – do not mutilate the arts. Fare well, but compose no more music. Brutalize the people, but do not bore them, as you have bored to death your friend,
the late Gaius Petronius
Fictional letter from Gaius Petronius to Nero in the novel Quo Vadis
Bad enough that someone has slain an innocent, but making a bad poem out of it? At least the Nazis did not attempt to make swing tunes celebrating the glories of their extermination camps. Ben Johnson of Lifesite News gives us the details behind the above video:
To take the second question first, The Huffington Post is promoting a video featuring Scottish “poet” Leyla Josephine, celebrating her decision to abort her daughter. The video, “I Think She Was a She,” was uploaded to YouTube a month ago.
In the video Josephine, decked out in military camouflage, justifies herself in part by saying that she would have been willing to serve as a sacrifice to abortion just as she offered her daughter to the idol of “choice.”
“I am not ashamed. I am not ashamed. I am not ashamed,” she continues – a phrase she repeats a total of six times. She repeats the phrase “This is my body” three times. (She also takes the Lord’s name in vain once.)
Go here to read the rest. The words of baptism contain this section:
V. Do you reject Satan?
R. I do.
V. And all his works?
R. I do.
V. And all his empty promises?
R. I do.
I can think of few things which underline the emptiness of evil more than this talentless poet babbling about how she would have died for the “right to choose” of the daughter she just murdered. As virtue is its own reward, vice is its own punishment, and not just in the next world. Instead of a daughter to love and cherish for her entire life, Josephine the bad poet has this idiotic video to celebrate how she took the life of someone who should have been more precious to her than her own life. Sin is always an empty promise.