Disturbing news from the child front. My two lovely, sweet, and yes, borderline angelic children sang me a pair of gruesome songs tonight, both of which ended with Barney the purple dinosaur considerably worse for the wear.
“What the –?” I stammered. “Who taught you those horrible songs?”
“Everybody sings about killing Barney nowadays,” said my lovely, sweet, and yes, borderline angelic daughter.
i’m shocked. and awed. our 4 & 2 year olds love barney, but little did i know their love would morph into homicidal rage in a few short years.
perhaps it’s barney’s perpetual altruistic wholesomeness. americans can’t take the goodness. if we can’t invade or bomb it, we compose murderous songs about it. you know swiss kids love barney into their teens.
If you meet Barney on the road, kill him.
Barney vs. the 100 foot Rabbi…death match…LSD and Bagels galore….now you’re talking
I LOVE the color purple, and I HATE Barney. I used to tell my children that barney was mean to the children on his show when the camera was turned off. Yet I would sit in bliss as Tinky-Winky’s stomach glowedt.
I think there is something in our collective subconscious that says KILL the LIZARDMEN.I think when you turn 5 the brainwave generator that the grey aliens installed in the center of the earth reaches critical mass in your neural cortex, and says “Turn away from your lizard brains! Evolve into us!”
End Transmission.
I think this is a good development.