Rough TV
You know how you had shows you watched when you were little kids and you have not seen them in a long while, but the memory of them still remains fresh and innocent in your mind? Yeah, well, you should just keep it that way and don’t ruin it!
When Anne came to see me a few weeks ago, we were talking about the Little Rascals and how we used to love watching it as little kids. Then she had asked if I had watched it recently and no, I have not. She said it is sooooo different then what she remembers it being as a child. As children, we thought it was funny. As an adult I found it unbelievably politically incorrect and horrifically violent.
Kirsten, My People from Texas that lives up here, came over for a Girls’ Sunday Afternoon and I had gotten The Best of Our Gang; The Little Rascals through Netflix having just talked about it. We were stunned.
The group of kids were sure cute, but I found them to be complete shit-starters. Now here is what horrified me: the gang managed to jump on the bad guy and tied a rope around his legs. Then, they proceeded to drag him across the field and the TV showed the route in front of him so you would know what was coming. Basically, what I am saying is, they dragged his nuts over broken glass and a board with nails sticking out the top of it. I was expecting at any minute for one of them to roast his nuts over hot coals and then cut them off with a machete and then force feed them to him at gunpoint with a noose around his neck standing at the gallows while the rest of the kids threw rotten veggies at him, but luckily that did not happen.
Another episode was called The Wild Man from Borneo. It started out with this whitified family saying the kids’ uncle who was the black sheep of the family was in town. So the kids set out to meet their uncle who turned out to be a cannibal black guy dressed up in Native African garb with the mentality of a seven year old that loved candy and could only say “Yum! Yum! Eat 'em up! Eat 'em up!” when candy was present. Of course the kids thought he was saying that because The Wild Man From Borneo wanted to eat them, being a cannibal and all, and didn’t even think he was after Stimey the black kid with the big hat who had a bag full of candy. So the chase went on and on and on.
Anne told me about the last episode she saw where Buckwheat was dreaming he had won a lot of money. In his dream he drove up in a huge white Cadillac filled with fried chicken and watermelon.
Now these are classics we grew up with and America loved and still claims to love even today. So, I do not want to hear anybody bitching about what is on TV now, because the Little Rascals started it all. There is stuff on there that cable would not have the balls to air.
So, when you are feeling the world is turning to shit, rent Our Gang. We have a LONG way to go as a society, but you can see some areas in which we have vastly improved.
When Anne came to see me a few weeks ago, we were talking about the Little Rascals and how we used to love watching it as little kids. Then she had asked if I had watched it recently and no, I have not. She said it is sooooo different then what she remembers it being as a child. As children, we thought it was funny. As an adult I found it unbelievably politically incorrect and horrifically violent.
Kirsten, My People from Texas that lives up here, came over for a Girls’ Sunday Afternoon and I had gotten The Best of Our Gang; The Little Rascals through Netflix having just talked about it. We were stunned.
The group of kids were sure cute, but I found them to be complete shit-starters. Now here is what horrified me: the gang managed to jump on the bad guy and tied a rope around his legs. Then, they proceeded to drag him across the field and the TV showed the route in front of him so you would know what was coming. Basically, what I am saying is, they dragged his nuts over broken glass and a board with nails sticking out the top of it. I was expecting at any minute for one of them to roast his nuts over hot coals and then cut them off with a machete and then force feed them to him at gunpoint with a noose around his neck standing at the gallows while the rest of the kids threw rotten veggies at him, but luckily that did not happen.
Another episode was called The Wild Man from Borneo. It started out with this whitified family saying the kids’ uncle who was the black sheep of the family was in town. So the kids set out to meet their uncle who turned out to be a cannibal black guy dressed up in Native African garb with the mentality of a seven year old that loved candy and could only say “Yum! Yum! Eat 'em up! Eat 'em up!” when candy was present. Of course the kids thought he was saying that because The Wild Man From Borneo wanted to eat them, being a cannibal and all, and didn’t even think he was after Stimey the black kid with the big hat who had a bag full of candy. So the chase went on and on and on.
Anne told me about the last episode she saw where Buckwheat was dreaming he had won a lot of money. In his dream he drove up in a huge white Cadillac filled with fried chicken and watermelon.
Now these are classics we grew up with and America loved and still claims to love even today. So, I do not want to hear anybody bitching about what is on TV now, because the Little Rascals started it all. There is stuff on there that cable would not have the balls to air.
So, when you are feeling the world is turning to shit, rent Our Gang. We have a LONG way to go as a society, but you can see some areas in which we have vastly improved.
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