Ramblings from the Desert

The man who trades freedom for security does not deserve nor will he ever receive either. ~Benjamin Franklin

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Author of the urban fantasy novel, The Music of Chaos, and the paranormal romance, The Canvas Thief.

Thursday, October 13, 2005

Smurf Snuff Film

Show of hands. Who hates Smurfs?

Me, me, me! Papa Smurf, especially. The bearded weirdo always gave me a pedophile vibe. UNICEF has it in for the little blue cretins as well.

The short film pulls no punches. It opens with the Smurfs dancing, hand-in-hand, around a campfire and singing the Smurf song. Bluebirds flutter past and rabbits gambol around their familiar village of mushroom- shaped houses until, without warning, bombs begin to rain from the sky.

Tiny Smurfs scatter and run in vain from the whistling bombs, before being felled by blast waves and fiery explosions. The final scene shows a scorched and tattered Baby Smurf sobbing inconsolably, surrounded by prone Smurfs.

All that cartoon carnage is supposed to make people hate war. Belgian people, maybe. But I'm all for dropping a few kilotons of explosives on annoying childhood cartoon characters. Next up, The Care Bears. Or Barney the dinosaur!

P. Kirby


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