Man in a Dress Struts Down Red Carpet at Golden Globes

Stop the world, I want to get off! If you needed one more nail in the coffin of Western civilization’s utter moral bankruptcy, look no further than the Golden Globes, where Jonathan Van Ness, a “Queer Eye” male star strutted down the red carpet in a gown that would make the Book of Leviticus weep.

This was quite the spectacle—a declaration, a neon-lit billboard screaming that we are not merely tolerant of sin, but in full on celebration of it. Romans 1 warns of God’s judgment, but it also documents it.

This?

This is the modern-day version of our nation being handed over to the desires of our hearts. The judgment isn’t coming—it’s sashaying down the runway, and we’re applauding it as if it were salvation.

A nation that once claimed to be built on the foundation of God’s truth, with the Ten Commandments lining the corridors of our courts, and God’s grace asked for at the commencement of our public gatherings, now drapes itself in the filthy rags of rebellion, calling it couture.

The image of a man parading in a dress on one of Hollywood’s most public stages isn’t progress nor is it a fashion statement—it’s a spiritual autopsy, a grotesque inversion of God’s created order. We’ve traded the glory of the immortal God for the fleeting applause of the queer mob, exchanging truth for lies and decency for debauchery.

And we dare call this enlightenment? If this is progress, it’s progress like leaping off a cliff is progress—sure, you’re moving forward, but gravity is about to have the last word.