Thursday, February 23, 2006

Man with a Yellow Hat a Bad Parent

This morning I was having my coffee, watching Fox news and generally trying to catch up on world news. I damn near choked on my next gulp of morning courage when they began reporting that a group of parents in the San Francisco Bay area are protesting the new movie, Curious George. It seems that political correctness has reached new highs of bovine excrement because this group of parents feel that the "Curious George" children's books are a minefield of cultural horrors through which to tiptoe. Imperialism. Animal abuse. Bad parenting. And lest we forget, Child Endangerment and Abuse!

Checking the web I discovered that I have been living smugly in my home, along with a hamster, goldfish and who knows how many ants, that in truth are a sentient creature just trying to make their way in the world. They have their own problems, what with the ant supporting his/her 2000 children and worrying when I will drop the next frosted flake when under the eyes of the law these are my children! Damn, call the exterminator quick before he murders anymore of my children ants! It seems that while I was being a bad animal/insect parent the writer of Curious George had been sickening the world with his stories of child abuse, abandonment, and bad parenting.

It looks like it all starts with the gun-totting Man with the Yellow Hat going off
Africa to collect creatures for animal experimentation, genetic research, or some bad company pouring acid in their eyes and comes back with a monkey who in the eyes of the law is now his son. Hmmm. The Yellow Hat guy is really a bad parent too. I mean he makes Homer Simpson look like the parent of the year because he allows his son/monkey to smoke a pipe and generally run around unsupervised. My God, what is this world coming to?

Animal abuse? Child endangerment? Huh? It’s a damn cartoon! And you know what? Kids know that, they really do. Children know that the roadrunner is not going to really be eaten by the coyote. They know when a safe drops on some poor toons head that it is really not happening. Why? Because they have brains and common sense, apparently something this group protesting Curious George does not have very much of.

We have politically corrected ourselves to the point of the absurd. We have taken this new concept of correctness well beyond the point of reality and have stepped into the boundaries of the Twilight Zone. Come on folks, it is a children’s story, in some eyes it may be a bad one, but it is a story; nothing more. Three little bears never did live in a house and eat porridge, nor were they named Mama, Papa and Baby Bear. Yes Virginia there is a Santa Claus and Red Riding Hood really does not get eaten by the big bad wolf and do you know what? They were seven dwarfs, not seven vertically challenged men, with various degrees of disabilities; bipolar, delusional or asthmatic. And further more it is okay to say Merry Christmas and it really makes you feel good inside when you look at our flag and say the pledge of allegiance. That flag was and is protected by the greatest military on earth, comprised of brave, professional men and women willing to lay down their lives for what it represents and to insure it continues to wave.

Somewhere along the way the fact and the truth that this country was founded not only under the principals of freedom, but under God has been politically corrected under the carpet. The truth that the first congress used to begin its session with a prayer has not only been swept away, it has been washed out of existence. We have politically corrected our history to extinction. We have reached the point where we stop and think before we make a comment out of fear we may offend someone. Now we have ran out of things to correct so we have taken on the cartoon industry.

I was going to ask where was Popeye when he is needed, but it hit me, they destroyed him too. Yep, Popeye the sailor man, once the proud icon of American pilot’s in WWII proudly painting him on their aircraft and the sailors on their subs. His fist always pounding the enemy! Popeye who would get fed up with Bluto, eat his spinach and pound the poo-poo out of him, always winning the toothpick Olive Oil, Gone! He is now an echo-warrior I kid you not. I recently saw a 1980’s cartoon of just that. Popeye ate his spinach, joined hands with Bluto and together they skipped across the countryside fighting people destroying the echo-system. I thought I would gag. Gone!

I guess we have to hope the energizer bunny comes to our aid.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

You are stuck on propaganda station central. Switch around. Try BBC at least once a day as well. Stuck on Fox is killing your objectivity.