Friday, November 1, 2013
Not My Planet Anymore
The older I get the more I realize, the planet I live on, is no longer recognizable to me any longer. When you are young and your brain is new, every second is a miracle. As you age life scratches and scores your brain and fills the ruts with unnecessary garbage. Childhood is a time of life to be cherished. This is no longer so. Just look at the wrecking ball accident the media has created to by-pass childhood and turn kids into insane little adults. When I grew up a woman's navel wasn't allowed to be shown on T.V.. The 1960's were the golden age of comics. Now the only movies made today are comics. Back in the day directors used adults who could act.All you see in today's infantile jokes that pass for movies ,are pretty faces with empty heads spouting the F word for dialog. Special effects, in the old days, were done by masters such as Willis O'brien and Ray Harryhausen. Now special effects,which are the whole movie, are done by kids on computers. Kids burn up their childhoods now playing video games texting, and sending obscene photo's of themselves or they are herded into organized sports by jaded parents who swallow hook line and sinker everything some bubble head in the media feeds them and people shake their heads when some teen commits suicide after being bullied to death on the internet.
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