High School Crucible

By Scoundrel Ghost

Crucible

1. A severe test, as of patience or belief;

2. A place, time, or situation characterized

by the confluence of

powerful intellectual, social,

economic, or political forces.

I really don't like starting any form of writing with a definition.

It is lame, weak, the feeble attempt of a feeble mind

grasping to make concrete of the intangible.

However, in this case,

if every freakin parent in America

with a child less than 11 years of age

can lower

their standard of parenting,

by using High School Musical as a baby sitter,

why would I fucking hold

to any of my standards, I might have left?

There is really two problems here.

One, the use of the TV as a baby sitter.

(Get a real one, a real sexy one)

Television.

That mind numbing, glass teat,

spewing fear, propaganda, superficial false realities

of the once American dream turned into a series

of ironic tragic comical nightmares

that only could be conceived by

the likes of

David Lynch,

Tim Burton

and

Stanley Kubrick.

Of course this problem as been going on

since the time of corporate sponsors

lawyers and advertising.

Please understand I'm all for

a capitalistic economy.

If it wasn't for the free market,

we would be filling

prescriptions for leeches

at the barber shop/ apothecary

instead of the novel

ground breaking chemical compounds

that we see so nicely portrayed

and explained by actors meant to

look like us in our American fantasy.

I think you know where all this is going.

Nothing new here.

Second thing is this High School Musical Bullshit.

I heard some idiot say,

" High School MUSICAL IS THE NEW GREASE.

There are soooo many things wrong with that statement.

Simple. Grease was not marketed to children.

It was a PG 13 rated movie

with obvious sexual overtones.

At that time video technology

was not junk throw away cheap equipment

found in every home from the top 10%

over to the welfare recipient.

So when Grease

unlike HSMfucking 1, 2 and 3

was

produced, directed, marketed

and released,

it wasn't for the

sole ( or lack of soul)

intention to strategically

precisely aim

with the devious intentions

of

bilking stupid parents out of their money.

Who is more mindless,

the slop maker or the slop eater?

Here piggy piggies come gobble it up!

I don't blame but i fault the Disney Machine.

I helplessly seethe and rage

at the parent or parents

of our

smelly, sticky, nasty over indulged

most valuable resources.

Children.

I don't know where mine are.

But, I like to think, I hope

on some warm saturday morning

they are inside quietly mesmerized,

wrapped comatosely in a

snuggie of indifference

sucking on the boob of

Barney

and those

adorable

gay teletubbies.