Two ways from here, one back, and the other back.
I don’t know if much of the people who read the newspaper, and have done so since being a kid, are able to live without having Good Ol’ Charlie Brown in the pages. To lose him is to lose one of the definitive memories and lived in experiences of life. We outgrew Marmaduke, The Family Circus, and Garfield, but you can’t really outgrow Charlie Brown.
I am going to warn you, I am going to go deep on this one. Not mentally, but emotionally. If you grew up in the country in the last 30 years, and if you celebrated Christmas, and this doesn’t well your heart and throat… I don’t know what would.
Before I get to it, there was a great SNL TV funhouse around 1998 or so, which imagined Jesus coming back to Earth around Christmas, and suffering through all the media heads debating the nature, life, and potency of the legacy for their own benefits. Jesus is the protagonist, simply bouncing from TV shop window (a la 1950’s culture/how movies recreate it). And he’s dumbstruck. And then he comes upon this from 1:41 to 2:30, and he just smiles and then sheads a tear. While I am not going as far as to advocate the religion, I am going to fight for the rightness of the moment of clarity that a child does speak, and the honesty from which he strives for. This is a moment that would be done in a ironic fashion now… and while I love South Park, the timelessness of this moment can’t be mocked, maybe for it’s message it can be disagreed with, but for it’s love, it’s unassailable.
So here we go.
Maybe I’ll defend it because of the wrong reasons. I don’t want to lose my childhood, even if at this moment, all that is left are memories. I don’t want to live in a world where I can’t read the Peanuts with my kids, be it 2, 5, or 20 years from now.
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Merry Christmas to some, happy holidays to the rest, and good will to all.
I am going to warn you, I am going to go deep on this one. Not mentally, but emotionally. If you grew up in the country in the last 30 years, and if you celebrated Christmas, and this doesn’t well your heart and throat… I don’t know what would.
Before I get to it, there was a great SNL TV funhouse around 1998 or so, which imagined Jesus coming back to Earth around Christmas, and suffering through all the media heads debating the nature, life, and potency of the legacy for their own benefits. Jesus is the protagonist, simply bouncing from TV shop window (a la 1950’s culture/how movies recreate it). And he’s dumbstruck. And then he comes upon this from 1:41 to 2:30, and he just smiles and then sheads a tear. While I am not going as far as to advocate the religion, I am going to fight for the rightness of the moment of clarity that a child does speak, and the honesty from which he strives for. This is a moment that would be done in a ironic fashion now… and while I love South Park, the timelessness of this moment can’t be mocked, maybe for it’s message it can be disagreed with, but for it’s love, it’s unassailable.
So here we go.
Maybe I’ll defend it because of the wrong reasons. I don’t want to lose my childhood, even if at this moment, all that is left are memories. I don’t want to live in a world where I can’t read the Peanuts with my kids, be it 2, 5, or 20 years from now.
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Merry Christmas to some, happy holidays to the rest, and good will to all.
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