The ‘crudification’ of America is an ugly thing to behold. Consider, just one example – the newly minted “shock-jock” technique of bleeping out profanity on television. Remember the time when the late George Carlin wisely pointed out those “Seven Deadly Words” never to be uttered on air? Methinks even the prescient Carlin might be surprised to learn that these days, actors are no longer sanctioned for cursing – they are in fact encouraged to do so. “Unbelievable,” George might say.
Why? Because it evokes a visceral response.
Some may wonder what the Federal Communication Commission – those ubiquitous watchdogs of the airwaves – have to say about this rather recent turn of events. Well, behind closed doors, they may well be doing some cursing of their own. Because they know full well these foul-mouthed spikes in the entertainment flooring are the new version of cool, you see, and, because the swear words are cleverly bleeped out. And that, my friends, is supposed to make it all okay.
But it isn’t okay at all, is it?
Just like the insidious, frightening oil in the Gulf of Mexico, our television crud seeps into nooks & crannies everywhere, to do untold damage not appreciated for perhaps years to come. And crud, like mud, follows the path of least resistance. In a child, that path is between the ears. And there it remains, staining a beautiful mind.
The amoral extent that television reaches to sop up the youth vote and make it all the way to Sweeps Week, has ratcheted up the banality of teens everywhere. Like dirty door knobs, the language slicks up the spread of disease and few even notice. Like dirty needles, they taint the good stuff with just enough subcutaneous filth to create other problems. You would need a CSI inside-the-body graphic just to show the path of the verbal cancer. But it’s there, and it’s growing exponentially.
While walking through the marvelous Victoria Gardens mall last weekend, my lady and I counted a full 36 utterances of the “F” word by children passing by. Want to know what the very worst part of it was for us? The verbal garbage wasn’t even spoken in anger. In fact, there was little emotion shown. Like human ‘droids infested with a software virus, teens & ‘tweens cursed away, totally uncaring who was within earshot. The young males seemed out to quietly impress each other. But in the end, I can report this much:
There is nothing more vile than a pretty 12-year old girl with a potty mouth.
One man’s opinion.
The soiling of impressionable minds