The looney tune Right has been waxing nostalgic about the old cartoons that unlike today weren’t hell-bent on indoctrinating our kids on deviant sexual behavior.
“When we were young you could watch cartoons without having to worry,” Governor Ron DeSantis remarked wistfully. “Now parents have to sit there worrying about, what are they trying to inject in? What kind of ideology are they trying to pursue?
That is, when our children aren’t being groomed at their public library by lipstick-wearing, woke pedophiles whose perverted acts are nothing short of Caligula’s Court.
In short, the Woke are coming for our children.
I say, let’s go back to the safe, aberrant-free cartoon shows of my youth.
Who needed to schlepp out to the public library to listen to twisted Drag Queens. Lucky kids that we were, they were brought right into the comfort and convenience of our own split-level homes.
For most of my childhood, Saturday mornings and late afternoon TV were nothing short of non-stop Drag Show Story Hour.
Thanks to local kiddie shows, bewigged and bejeweled males of all species sashayed around in their taffeta gowns and sky-high heels right onto our living room TV screens. Beguiling and seductive in their Max Factor make-up, was I unknowingly being groomed for some queer alternative lifestyle by the likes of a cartoon rabbit?
If ever there was a poster boy for grooming it would go Looney Tunes Bugs Bunny!
Boy, that Wascally Wabbit was Woke!
Often the seductress in outfits worthy of a Petty pin-up, Bugs charmed an often flustered Elmer Fudd.
While the Bunny with the Brooklyn accent often wore women’s clothing as a way to get out of sticky situations, his love of gender fluidity was part of his personality. You sure couldn’t accuse Bugs of adhering to binary constraints.
Drag Comes Out of Mothballs
If they couldn’t brainwash us through animated cartoons alone we were assaulted with a glut of old movie shorts showcasing dudes in dresses.
Late afternoon TV was a lollapalooza of cultural perversions just waiting to send baby boomers like me into a gender tailspin of confusion.
In an attempt to normalize a societal taboo through toxic radical brainwashing, popular children’s shows were hosted by a crew of grinning groomers dressed as friendly Sea Captains, Cowboys, and Police Officers sanctioning the abnormal behavior.
Along with old movie cartoons, local TV stations aired old theatrical shorts, that were finding new life on a new medium. These films that originally aired in the 1930s and 1940s theaters had already done their damage to the Greatest Generation
Both Laurel and Hardy and the Three Stooges were not averse to putting on some lipstick and frilly frocks.
Clearly, the Right of today is onto something.
This was all a matter of brainwashing the youth to support and accept cultural perversions as normal.
With a daily dose of drag, is it any wonder I spent the first five years of my life sporting a mustache and going by the name of Pierre?
Blame it on cartoons!