The Latest Assault on Christmas: Sexualized Version of “Nutcracker”, including transsexuality and sado-masochism
Praised by the liberal media in Boston-It’s called “SLUTCRACKER”-
Just a fun night out?
Not only is it being widely publicized, but the “mainstream” media in Boston didn’t give “Slutcracker” any bad reviews. They all seem to think that it is a pretty good show and worth seeing, although for adults only.
By reading their reviews, you’d think it was a fun adult night out. (For them, maybe it is!)
“Destined to be a holiday classic. But I wouldn’t take my kids to it.” – Fox 25 News Boston
“. . . a holiday burlesque show . . . It’s definitely only for viewers 18 and older.” – Boston Globe
“Sexy, freaky, holiday, zeitgeist spectacular” – Boston Herald
“Bringing Burlesque back to Boston, The Slutcracker dance-theater production features can-can dancers, drag kings, hoopers, ballerinas, acrobats, belly dancers, and more. . .” – Boston Magazine
Unfortunately, the Globe, Herald, and the others only hint at how raunchy this really is. Let’s look a little closer.
| In “Slutcracker” the characters dance around a giant penis on stage. |  |
The Boston “alternative media” likes it. And unlike the “mainstream” media, they aren’t afraid to describe it. As one “alternative” review put it:
. . . a sundry coalition of burlesque performers, drag kings, can-can dancers, hoola-hoopists, and more will put up a very special retelling of E.T.A. Hoffman’s classic story. And by “very special,” we mean with dildos and nipple tassels. In this version, our young dreamer Clara finds a sex toy waiting for her under the Christmas tree. It leads her to a kinky-freaky-sexy land where she discovers . . . the true meaning of Christmas? Something like that, anyway.
Another review describes:
Whereas The Nutcracker turns a phallic symbol into a real man, who then shows its adolescent girl lead a good time, it’s much the same with The Slutcracker. Except this phallus is a real dick. Well, a vibrator, given to Clara (played for once as an adult, by an adult) as a gift from her batty grandmother, played by Mary Dolan, who herself is a stage character (I hope) of supremely bizarre appeal. The first act closes with Clara getting roundly rogered by her new toy.
The Boston Phoenix simply says:
. . . this is some next-level shit . . . it’s an extraordinarily well-plotted, scene-by-scene, song-by-song retelling of The Nutcracker. If you’re familiar with the Boston Ballet version you’ll get more of the in-jokes, and everyone else can concentrate on enjoying larger-than-life candystriped dildos and pole-dancing sugar plum fairies.
An interesting view of how people in the mainstream media think
One can always speculate on the kinds of people who would create something like this — or pay money to sit and watch it. There’s likely a market somewhere for just about anything.
One cannot desecrate what is already filthy. The Nutcracker story has nothing to do with Our Lord Christ’s birthday at all—it’s filled with unnatural pairings of humans and dolls, as well as gratuitous violence. The original author of The Nutcracker, E. T. A. Hoffmann, was a Prussian who wrote novels with pagan, perverted, and non-Christian themes, and was influential to generations of decadent writers. Tchaikovsky, composer of the ballet version of The Nutcracker, was a Russian incestuous pedophile who lusted after his own 13-year-old nephew. Tchaikovsky eventually committed suicide to avoid having his sins publicly revealed, and is now burning in hell. Ballet itself has always been a cesspool of whores (only a loose woman would ever show her legs in public) and faggots (no real man would be caught dead dancing onstage in tights). I hope none of the readers here have their daughter in ballet classes, otherwise they may as well hand them a stripper pole and a whip. Say what you will about Islamic dictatorships, at least they don’t allow their women and homosexuals to flaunt themselves like this in public—they stone them to death.
Perhaps we should be grateful to the maggots of Slutcracker for reminding us how rotten the meat of the Nutcracker truly is.