Living With Lions controversy is wake up call for right-thinking Canadians

In the long run, the Christ-storm of controversy that was kicked off by the release of Vancouver punk band Living with Lions’ album Holy Shit could be very good for our Canadian way of life. The record in question includes artwork—and I can barely type this—depicting the blessed baby Jesus as a little brown piece of human shit.

It was a story on the LA Weekly blog on Tuesday that brought the matter to the attention of Heritage Minister James Moore, who quite rightly aligned himself with such upright individuals as “Ravenhawk083”, who commented on the LA Weekly message board: “This is what happens when Christ hating Jews gain power.”

Well said, sir.

Moore reportedly called FACTOR CEO Duncan McKie to give him a gosh-darned ticking off over the funding body’s financial contribution to Holy Shit. And quite rightly, too, regardless of the fact that FACTOR is a private non-profit organization. This is our heritage at stake, after all, and if Moore has half the rectitude in him that proud Canadians suspect he does, he’ll take a long, hard squint at the list of artists mentioned on FACTOR’s website.

Even the briefest glance reveals a snakepit of insurrection. In its time, FACTOR has funded such questionable “artists” as DJ Dickey Doo, the Organ, Hurtin’ Unit, and Long John Baldry—try reading that list of names without thinking of dirty human sex genitals—while the proximity of Swollen Members to Zimmer’s Hole clearly points to FACTOR’s covert gay agenda.

Eagle-eyed moralists will also find references to dangerously subversive ideologies (the Feminists), murderous extremism (Jerk with a Bomb), incitement to masturbation (the Royal Winnipeg Porn Orchestra), and brazen support for the probably illegal and highly dangerous act of smoking frogs (Smokin’ Frogs).

Worst of all, FACTOR is known to have funded the work of heavy metalist Thor, whose very name is an offense to our nation’s official god, God.

It is time we said no to this creeping rot. While outstanding journalists like Maclean’s Mark Steyn struggle to honour the delicate balance of free speech and respect that has made Canada great, it only takes one extremely obscure punk band from the blaspheming Left Coast and a slow news day in Los Angeles to bring the whole edifice down.