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RedditIf you were to listen to Europeans, Americans are culture-less people who have not invented anything worthwhile. The Europeans think their little waltz and ballerina curtsy dances are the most relevant thing these days, but that’s not the case.
Modern dance styles are the product of white America, as the following instructional video proves. Here we see a hip cat and a chick showing the new style of dance we invented in the 1940s. It all started with the Hesitation Shorty George, then progressed from there to the jitterbug. The jitterbug is now the foundation of most modern dance, especially in the black and Hispanic community.
To be a hip cat, you gotta practice plenty.
And then we see three of the most popular blacks copying our dances.
It is important to remember dance can be fun, if done between married couples and approved music. It is great exercise and a chance to cut a form step with your beau.
“When the spirit of the Lord comes upon my heart, I will dance like David danced”. Amen.
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From the oldest of times, people danced for a number of reasons. They danced in prayer, or so that their crops would be plentiful, or so their hunt would be good. And they danced to stay physically fit, and show their community spirit. And they danced to celebrate.” And that is the dancing we’re talking about. Aren’t we told in Psalm 149? “‘Praise ye the Lord. Sing unto the Lord a new song. Let them praise his name in the dance.” Amen. And it was King David- King David, who we read about in Samuel. And what did David do? What did David do? What did David do? ”David danced before the Lord with all his might leaping and dancing before the Lord.” Leaping and dancing. Ecclesiastes assures us that there is a time for every purpose under heaven. A time to laugh and a time to weep. A time to mourn and there is a time to dance. And there was a time for this law, but not anymore. See, this is our time to dance. It is our way of celebrating life. It’s the way it was in the beginning. It’s the way it’s always been. It’s the way it should be now
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I like dancing the Gavotte, but no one dances that anymore.
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Many of the critics of evangelicals and other people of God point to unnecessarily prudish ethos among the holy and that is simply not the case. It is not against the word of God necessarily for two unmarried individuals of the opposite sexes to dance as partners.
If you find yourself at a dance and your partner is not your spouse, please keep at least 2 feet of daylight between yourself and your partner. This will allow both of you to fully experience the dance as a social interaction and not the sexual dalliance that fornicative sodomites would wish and hope it to be.
Guys, it is best to consciously keep your anus muscles clenched tightly as both a physical restraint technique and for psychological reasons as your mind will develop avoidance measures that will keep impure thoughts from entering it.
Avoid touching below the waist of your partner. Even the most innocent brush against a female’s goodies can cause an embarrassing turgid state where you risk the danger of an underwear spermatozoa explosion where spewing man juice would run down your pants legs and produce a very uncomfortable and potentially dangerous situation. The possibility of leakage could cause a slippery wet spot on the floor where others could fall and get hurt.
You wouldn’t want that, would you?
And ladies, please wear under garments and do not expose any portion of your smooth silky legs, milk sacs, or even hint at the yearnings that originate from the slick dew of your glistening sin mound. This will prevent the near occasion of sin opportunity that would entice the man to sneak you out the side door away from the chaperones and slip down the hallway with you to the janitor’s closet where he’d bend you over and savagely plunder your satan slit with the hedonistic thrusts of his sin baton until it bursts and leaves you both in a sweaty heap scrambling to quickly make yourselves presentable and avoid the snickers of the other dance party juveniles who will almost certainly know what you two have been doing for the last 20 minutes.
A dance should be an innocent social ritual that creates a climate of friendly conversation and public bonding between a young man and what could possibly become a future spouse. I hope these simple rules can help.
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