Space Ho runs amok

The world has gone mad. When I was a kid we looked up to astronauts, no pun intended. I wouldn’t expect to read that Alan Shepard , Gus Grissom, or John Glenn had been apprehended and charged with burying the bodies of their rivals in back yard, ala John Wayne Gacey. But here is a space ho’ that decided her rival needed some schooling. Never mind the assailant is married, she is in love with a fellow astronaut and didn’t appreciate anyone cozying up to her imaginary lover. The homicidal Astro-nut must have been out with the flu when they covered the Ten Commandments at her Sunday school ‘cause I think she pretty near broke them all at least once. All she got for her trouble was a palce in the Media as Amercia's craziest person... this week.

Then we have steroidal ball jockeys and racecar drivers with road rage – even pro wrestling has gotten to the point where you can’t tell the good guys from the bad. When I was a kid you had Verne Gagne and Mad Dog Vachon – easy to sort out who the villain was. TV made it easy for kids – the bad cowboy always wore a black hat the good guy white. Now both are so blood drenched and wrapped in whores by the end of the show who knows where good ends and evil begins. And that is if you can actually remember what you are watching after half an hour of commercials touting feminine hygiene products or car insurance. As an aside, I really don’t need to see the pregomatic pregnancy test in use and neither does your child. You only see a stream of fluid, probably stunt urine, hitting the device, but disgusting nonetheless.

Anyway, it is no wonder kids are confused. Look what they have for role models. If some rapper on MTV drove a nail through his forehead, the kids would be tripping over themselves rushing the hardware store to buy a hammer.

I don’t have any answers, other then some parents need to be more involved, a tall order in a world were both parents usually have to work to make ends meet.