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The depravity of American popular culture knows no bounds. Delano Squires is right: this ad, created by BLK, the dating app for black singles, urging black Americans to get out to vote is revolting.

*NSFW* We need a CPA—Cultural Protection Agency—to set strict regulations on the GARBAGE being pumped into the black community by people who claim to speak for us.

FYI – Michelle Obama started the org behind this ad. pic.twitter.com/ypgrPzicvh

— Delano Squires (@DelanoSquires) October 6, 2022

Don't play that ad at work. It is grotesque -- and Squires is right: Michelle Obama is part of this messaging. The message is "No Voting, No Vucking," which, when spoken, makes the message clear. It's urging women to hold out on men who aren't registered to vote. If a white supremacist had depicted black people like this -- as sex-mad animals -- we would never hear the end of protest, and we shouldn't, because it is totally degrading. But this was made by black liberals, for black people.

I just don't get progressives. Remember a couple of years ago the celebration of the filthy Cardi B. + Megan Thee Stallion song "W.A.P." -- which stands for "wet-ass pussy"? The video is coming up on 500 million views. Hillary Clinton praised "the audacity [and] the agency" that Cardi and Megan demonstrated in the song. NPR, the gold standard of progressive midwittery, called it the best song of 2020. Among other things, the song celebrates women -- proudly described in the lyrics as "whores" -- having raunchy sex in exchange for gifts. That summer, NPR brought in a "cultural critic" to talk about the song. She praised it as an innovative and iconic song "celebrating women's empowerment." Host Ari Shapiro twitted critics as "Puritanical," and quoted Ben Shapiro mocking it. The critic, Taylor Crumpton, denounced Ben Shapiro for "making a mockery" of black women's sexuality. She continued: "He's dehumanizing Megan and Cardi."

Ben Shapiro dehumanized them?! No, sorry, these dirtbags dehumanized themselves by presenting themselves as animals. Here are the lyrics -- and I'm sorry to scandalize you, but you need to know exactly what our elites celebrate (and the non-elites too; the song was a massive hit):

There's some whores in this house

I said (hold up), certified freak Seven days a week wet-ass pussy Make that pull-out game weak

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, you fucking with some wet-ass pussy Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet-ass pussy Give me everything you got for this wet-ass pussy

Beat it up, nigga, catch a charge Extra large and extra hard Put this pussy right in your face Swipe your nose like a credit card Hop on top, I wanna ride I do a Kegel while it's inside Spit in my mouth, look in my eyes This pussy is wet, come take a dive Tie me up like I'm surprised Let's role play, I'll wear a disguise I want you to park that big Mack Truck Right in this little garage Make it cream, make me scream Out in public, make a scene I don't cook, I don't clean But let me tell you how I got this ring

Gobble me, swallow me Drip down inside of me Quick jump out 'fore you let it get inside of me I tell him where to put it, never tell him where I'm 'bout to be I run down on him 'fore I have a nigga running me Talk your shit, bite your lip Ask for a car while you ride that dick You really ain't never gotta fuck him for a thang He already made his mind up 'fore he came Now get your boots and your coat For this wet-ass pussy He bought a phone just for pictures Of this wet-ass pussy Pay my tuition just to kiss me On this wet-ass pussy Now make it rain if you wanna See some wet-ass pussy

Look, I need a hard hitter, I need a deep stroker I need a Henny drinker, I need a weed smoker Not a garden snake, I need a king cobra With a hook in it, hope it lean over He got some money, then that's where I'm headed Pussy A1, just like his credit He got a beard, well, I'm tryna wet it I let him taste it, now he diabetic I don't wanna spit, I wanna gulp I wanna gag, I wanna choke I want you to touch that little dangly thing That swing in the back of my throat My head game is fire, punani Dasani It's going in dry and it's coming out soggy I ride on that thing like the cops is behind me I spit on his mic and now he tryna sign me, woo!

Your honor, I'm a freak bitch, handcuffs, leashes Switch my wig, make him feel like he cheating Put him on his knees, give him something to believe in Never lost a fight, but I'm looking for a beating In the food chain, I'm the one that eat you If he ate my ass, he's a bottom feeder Big D stand for "big demeanor" I could make you bust before I ever meet you If it don't hang, then he can't bang You can't hurt my feelings, but I like pain If he fuck me and ask, "Whose is it?" When I ride the dick, I'ma spell my name

Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, you fucking with some wet-ass pussy Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet-ass pussy Give me everything you got for this wet-ass pussy

Now from the top, make it drop That's some wet-ass pussy Now get a bucket and a mop That's some wet-ass pussy I'm talking WAP, WAP, WAP That's some wet-ass pussy Macaroni in a pot That's some wet-ass pussy

We are a long, long way from Smokey Robinson and Otis Redding, that's for sure. This is a culture of death. The Democratic Party, naturally, is capitalizing on it. There is no human dignity in this ad. None. It is the result of a pornified culture.

UPDATE: I had missed this recent song, "BDF: Baby Daddy Free," performed in front of an abortion clinic. The black woman raps, "I ain't got no nigga baby coming out of me." Though blacks make up only 13 percent of the US population, they account for almost 37 percent of all abortions. And white supremacy is the worst problem black America faces? Really?

Woman raps in front of a Planned Parenthood with the words "I got murder on my mind" so she can be "baby daddy free." You're witnessing the death of an empire. pic.twitter.com/zFA6DV6Stt

— Ian Miles Cheong (@stillgray) October 6, 2022

Rod Dreher is a senior editor at The American Conservative. A veteran of three decades of magazine and newspaper journalism, he has also written three New York Times bestsellers—Live Not By Lies, The Benedict Option, and The Little Way of Ruthie Leming—as well as Crunchy Cons and How Dante Can Save Your Life. Dreher lives in Baton Rouge, La.