Guest Post by Morbo
Apparently, some people, when they check in to hotels, view pornographic movies in their rooms.
I know, I’m shocked too. People like to watch porn? You could have knocked me over with a feather boa!
You’ll be happy to know that Focus on the Family is going to put a stop to it. A recent story on the FOF website quotes Daniel Weiss, senior analyst for media and sexuality at Focus on the Family Action, the group’s more political 501 (c)(4) arm. Weiss says several religious right groups are joining forces to demand that the Justice Department investigate hotel porn and determine if it violates federal obscenity laws.
According to FOF, many people are under the impression that porn movies offered in hotels are soft-core. The group says nothing could be further from the truth.
“We’re talking about hard-core pornography these days,” Weiss said. “It’s really some of the vilest, most degrading and disgusting activity portrayed anywhere. This is exactly the kind of material that the Supreme Court ruled is obscene, and therefore it has no First Amendment protection.”
He added, “The material that we’re talking about involves group sex, bondage themes, homosexual sex – all kinds of vile and degrading stuff. There’s nothing neutral or soft-core about this material at all.”
The FOF story helpfully points out, “Even the titles of the offerings are so disgusting we can’t quote them here.”
Oh, come on!
Can’t we just have a couple of titles? I for one would like to know what options Clarence Thomas has these days.
I have one other concern: Exactly how did Mr. Weiss determine that “Naughty Nurses Spankathon VI” was hard-core as opposed to soft-core? How does he know that hotels are offering the full range of porn from gay stuff to bondage flicks? How does he know it’s really and truly degrading?
I assume he had to check it out for himself. I’m assuming FOF gave Weiss a credit card and told him to hit the road for a full-frontal investigation in the field. I have this awful image of him sitting on the edge of the bed in front of the TV in some anonymous airport Marriott with his mouth hanging open. He has the remote in his hand, and he’s turning his head kind of sideways, trying to get a handle on what exactly is going on.
The poor man. He’s been working too hard. He needs a vacation. He needs to get out of the office — you know, maybe take a hotel room somewhere. I suspect he knows the best ones.