We ran a story yesterday about an email from John Podesta’s brother, Tony, to John asking him if he was going to attend the Spirit Cooking party.
It sounded innocent unless you know better. Spirit Cooking is a cult-like activity that involves sexual perversion, and often with children. John Podesta calls the host of the party, Marina Abramovic, “Mary,” in his exchange with his brother Tony, that’s how intimate his relationship is to her.
Let’s look at little more at this Tony Podesta, himself a DC insider/lobbyist/campaign manager, as well as an art collector/dealer, shall we?
Reddecaesari has uncovered an article from WAPO that can only be found in archives (scrubbed?), published at a time where WAPO apparently thought that things like the sexualization of children had gained acceptance and was commonplace in the more progressive circles.
For instance, in the 80s, Brooke Shields, 16, had nothing between herself and her Calvins. She also starred in a movie, Pretty Baby, about a child prostitute. She was 12. In the movie her character has a relationship with an adult, one tinged with way too much sexuality. (As if a non sexual, but romantic, relationship with a 12 year-old and an adult is okay.)
This trend was applauded by the left, not so much everyone else. By 2004, when this anachronistic article was published, the dream of children as sexual beings had met dismaying resistance.
The pertinent passage is this:
“At political events, there’s an inevitable awkwardness,” former Clinton administration official Sally Katzen said at a Women’s Campaign Fund dinner at the Podestas’ home this summer. “The art is an ice-breaker. It puts people at ease.”
Not always. Folks attending a house tour in the Lake Barcroft neighborhood in Falls Church earlier this year got an eyeful when they walked into a bedroom at the Podesta residence hung with multiple color pictures by Katy Grannan, a photographer known for documentary-style pictures of naked teenagers in their parents’ suburban homes.
“They were horrified,” Heather recalls, a grin spreading across her face.
From the book Girls! Girls! Girls! in Contemporary Art —
Connect your own dots. I know all I need to know about what makes these people tick.