“ESPN Site Compares Michael Sam’s Gay Kiss to Iconic Victory Over Japan Photo,” Tim Graham writes at NewsBusters:
Oprah Winfrey’s documentary on gay NFL tryout (and washout) Michael Sam airs on Saturday night. Secular leftist journalists and gay activists desperately wanted a happier story line than the one that unfolded. What was pitched a Major Historical Moment vanished into put-on-waivers obscurity.
Bryan Curtis at ESPN’s Grantland site compared the Sam kiss, carefully choreographed for the ESPN cameras by ESPN activists (what other seventh-rounder has a camera crew?), to Victory Over Japan in 1945:
How’d you feel when you saw the kiss? You know the one I mean. If I weren’t such a jaded soul, I’d call it the V-J Day photo of 2014. Michael Sam, the defensive end who’d just been drafted by the St. Louis Rams, turns to his boyfriend, Vito Cammisano, and kisses him. Right on the mouth. Right in front of the world. Jaded soul, right? Not at that moment. I forgot all about the NFL’s long history of coded bigotry and imagined we were on a Devin Hester glide path into the future.
Is Curtis implying that Sam sexually assaulted his boyfriend? Because in 2012, that’s what one of his fellow socialist justice warriors, in this case, serving in the radical feminist corps, specifically the “everything is rape” division, declared was occurring in the legendary photograph he referred to:
A few facts have come to light. Far from being a kiss between a loving couple, we learn that George and Greta were perfect strangers. We learn that George was drunk, and that Greta had no idea of his presence, until she was in his arms, with his lips on hers.
The articles even give us Greta’s own words:
“It wasn’t my choice to be kissed. The guy just came over and grabbed!”
“I did not see him approaching, and before I knew it, I was in this vice grip. [sic]“
“You don’t forget this guy grabbing you.”
“That man was very strong. I wasn’t kissing him. He was kissing me.”
It seems pretty clear, then, that what George had committed would be considered sexual assault by modern standards. Yet, in an amazing feat of willful blindness, none of the articles comment on this, even as they reproduce Greta’s words for us. Without a single acknowledgement of the problematic nature of the photo that her comments reveal, they continue to talk about the picture in a whimsical, reverent manner, “still mesmerized by his timeless kiss.” George’s actions are romanticized and glorified; it is almost as if Greta had never spoken.
I miss the days when football was merely football, and the end of World War II was merely the end of World War II. But then, as Ace noted in his link to the 2012 SJW attempt to craft a “rape narrative” around the legendary V-J Day photo, strange things happen when narratives collide, cultures enter their decadent Weimar/Frankfurt School phase and past icons are deconstructed by the socialist left and reshaped into metaphors to advance their current cultural agendas.
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Update: Gee, I didn’t think this post was that cryptic as these things go, but still, I always leave the final interpretation to the readers:
— Tamara K. (@TamSlick) December 28, 2014
To borrow from Stanley Kubrick on one reviewer’s take on Dr. Strangelove, “I would not think of quarreling with your interpretation nor offering any other, as I have found it always the best policy to allow the [blog] to speak for itself.”