To quote from Gold Diggers of 1933, “Remember my forgotten
man…” So very absent from the RNC Tampa clusterfuck were the standard
bearers for unthreatening Mormon masculinity: The Osmonds.
This video clip leans toward the mindblowing, as it’s basically five
young Mormon American men singing songs associated with an aged Russian
Jew while executing Motown-ish choreography. Are we a fucking melting pot
But once you get past the polyester and 1,000-watt grins, there are
some cool vocal harmonies in there. They occasionally sound like the
Hi-Lo’s doing a Fiddler medley. To the screams of tween girls.
So, why is Mitt Romney turning his back on these avatars of Mormon
culture? Is he a self-loathing Mormon? What next, airbrush the King
Sisters out of American cultural history? I would hope not, especially
given performances like this one:
four wholesome Mormon girls applying some close harmonies to a song
extolling the delights of coffee. “Whoops, Mister Moto” indeed.
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