As I was walking past a playground I heard kids humming a tune. As I tried to identify the tune I looked over to see two girls about age 7 swinging in unison on a swingset. I walked past them amused by their loud voices humming the tune in confident determination. Then I remembered from which song came that tune. Nope it wasn’t the one from a 50s song I had been previously speculating but it was the hook from Eminems “Monster.” In that moment of realization came a vision, the severance of the last bit of american integrity. The finality of a once beautiful silk spun dream now unrecognizable and unimaginably shredded into an embarrassing existence standing shamefully proud without remorse upon the blood sweat and tears of the original weavers . This race of creature which had at one time guarded itself and family so vivaciously against any harm or evil no mater the size has fallen to a depth of perversion not even common garbage would dare spill itself upon.
Gosh sake at one time in history the mere sight of a black cloud was enough for a whole village to seek safety within the church singing out their repentance and praise in hope and determination that no harm would come even to their homes.
Labels are carelessly thrown out and written over names awarded to individuals not worthy of the definition. Artist does not mean sell out. It does not mean conformist. It is not something or someone that harms. It does not seek to destroy. It is mindful and aware. It values the heart and spirit of life. It values, respects and humbles itself in a quiet brilliance that effortlessly seeks out human vessels filling all with a light that lifts burdens.
People have become so greedy that selling their product to one type of demographic is not enough. For most people over 40, from now and since forever was there ever between you and your parents and even grandparents a shared taste in anything they did let alone in music they listend too? Kids had kid songs and grownups had grownup music. There was as there should be, a distinct line of adult and child, one does not cross over to the others world to hang. And today there are way too many role reversals. There are way too many adults not deserving of that word. Now we have companies believing in their own cleverness and banking on proven consumer laziness and ignorance (80% of new york high school graduates are illiterate but that’s off topic) finding ways to get their product into the hands of all ages -no literacy required.
The USA used to be a nation of stable hard working and desperately well versed citizens courageous in morality , reliability and honesty. It was a crime to sell shabby products. People would drive out businesses that were formed for profit off the harm to its own citizens. Today? We are a society numb to its own families well being.
How many 911 call have been made out of sheer terror because a monster was found in that persons house? How many people regularly hear other adults humming little diddies and jingles? Exactly. The monster example defiantly isn’t something you’d expect to find in any adult language-unless you’ve just escaped from the forbidden forest and lived to tell. But even Disney have made them into cute emotional things, diminishing the scariness that once inhabited children during tales of old.
Parents, in their twistedly 21 century mindset think it cool to rock out with their own kids while driving down the highways or free dancing in their living rooms creating memories and bonding, something that maybe never happened in their own childhood. If adults and kids were meant to share experiences as equals we’d all be birthed as full adults. It’s not cool to fill your child’s vocabulary and fragile and impressionable gullible imaginative mind with anything sexual or violent. If you walked into your childs bedroom and sitting on the bed was a stranger and they were talking about “stripping off all their clothes getting naked and ready, f**ing them in the hot tub while raising a glass drinking it down getting ready for that time at night after the lights go out the tongue comes out throw them on the bed sweating on the sheets till the break of dawn”……would you smile and thank that stranger for their wonderful babysitting service? Would you call all of your friends with kids to rave about and recommend that stranger?
Congratulations you’ve just pimped out your kid well before they’ve even contemplated what a kiss is and you only paid $14.99. or .99 cents. And it’s done day after day hour after hour. Child trafficing is all around us. Pimps and prostatuition happens most inside the family home than on the street in america. Your neighbor, the kindergarten teacher your Dr. or yourself, all could be pimping out kids. And the joke is the blindness to the destruction that we fill our lives with everyday and with the complete confidence that “it’s not that big of a deal.”
So while the little kiddies in the backseat sing along to your music with lyrics like-“in my %$apparel underwear, got my ass squeezed,boy I’m drinking” ..wayyy too many examples to give-remember whatever you let into your childs life shapes and effects them. The greatest power on earth is that given to a parent-they WILL make or break another human beings life. I failed I’ve failed so terribly because I was rolling in the waves of the human world as my kids grew. My kids are smart and healthy but I failed to surround their upbringing with nothing but sunshine, and that is another story. As adults our interpretation and understandings of things is out of proportional comprehension to a childs. What we think of as no big deal, can and does determine if children grow up to live honorably seeking wisdom and full of courage OR thinking God is irrelevant and that cheating, drinking and lying, lazy and spiritless without moral boundary having the trendy perception of valuing everything-which in fact renders everything valueless which leads to a purposed filled life lived in and of CRAP!
Think back when you were little when you heard or saw something “out of ordinary child reality” and your interpretation of it whether icky, scary, weird or good; affected you.
You’ve got two choices—Pay companies and so called artists to rape your child’s mind or step up and get the garbage out of yours and their life! Become a human and raise a human to be everything songs DON’T tell you to be-MAGNIFICENT!
God Bless-never Give up and never back down from the tide of man
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