How hard is it exactly to tune in to a television show, radio station or even virtual game and getting some positive useful & mind nourishing information?
“It cannot be that hard!”, I try to convince myself as I switch on my analog television.
A cooking channel comes on from last night’s channel surfing rendezvous and I am sure there’s something fun I can learn. Five or so minutes in, the main chef begins banging & rattling the baking pots and laddles in the kitchen. F-bombs are dished among the other cooks and bakers in the kitchen like a serving of hot Mukimo (which I personally think is a definite 5 star dish). It’s a cooking show for crying out loud! The language is as dirty as the dishes that are coming in from the customers!
That got me down to thinking; if cooking shows credit such banter, I might as well let my small cousins enjoy a cold dish of Jersey Shore fury. Some of our local radio stations are slowly adapting to this foul language. And you know what’s even more amazing? That these radio shows are on just as the children go to school & right after they are catching their bus home. Then the ever shocking & oblivious question comes up, “Where are our children learning this vulgar language from?”, “Why are our children cursing out words that we do not even use in front of them?”
Well, we have other mediums that deliver that load of information quite generously.
Have we reached a point of comfortability with our own progeny? Are we finding ourselves comfortable with our children bashing others with this language in the name of ‘self expression’? I think we are getting our priorities twisted. We are adapting an alien way of trial and error that will lead to a generation (that partly exists) that will be the end of morality. This seems to be on an extremist position, but what else do we expect? Peeling away innocence and curiousity just endorses a wretched and crisis-meshed adolescence. This leads to an arrogant & chaotic youth that smells of six feet vertical regret. We are watching a generation grow in a greenhouse of moral decadence, unruly organization and into a mob psychology of nothingness. Emptiness. Hollowness.
In great worry, I am soaked in wonder of what our youngins are watching. What is their 3D experience? Isn’t it a little worrying that their having raunchy material to watch and now in a full magnet-catching 3D experience? Meagre cartoon aged 0-6 years old has kissing scenes. No longer do children ask where they came from because trust me, they know just fom cartoon! And do you know where the confusion lies? It lies in the comfortability of the grown clever age. Dismally appalling.