Humpty Dumpty was pushed or How Fairy Tales are to blame for violence in society.

Humpty Dumpty was pushed.

Really, he was.

You know the story, "...all the king's horses and all the king's men couldn't put Humpty together again.."

Of course they couldn't. By then, he was dead. He shell had been decimated in the fall and there was not hope of recovery.

Why?

Why would anyone assassinate an egg? The non-humanity of it all.

Does anyone really think he just fell off that wall? Right. How many times have you fallen off a wall? Unless booze was involved, I smell a conspiracy.

The Zapruder film on this one hasn't surfaced yet, but it will. It will show that one of the King's men crawled on his stomach across the grassy knoll and in Kilroy-fashion on the wall, shoved Humpty as hard as he could knowing that the fall would produce one of the largest tragedies known to Fairy Tale-kind.

Speaking of Fairy Tales. I am sure your parents or grandparents read them to you. They, of course, are wonderful stories that enriched our lives. We are better people for listening to these stories and their moral, aren't we?

No, we aren't.

Fairy tales are full of violence. It is this violence that through their stories, has permeated our society and caused the problems we have now. Think about. Take this line from "The Old Lady that Lived in a Shoe"...you think she was a caring woman? No, she wasn't. Read on:

"...She whipped them all soundly, And sent them to bed"

How about this one?

Little Jack Horner,
Sat in a corner;
Eating a Christmas pie,
He stuck in his thumb,
And pulled out a plum,
And said, "What a good boy am I."

Good boy? He stuck his freakin' thumb in a perfectly good pie? Are we to put up with and encourage this type of behavior?

It goes on:

Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet,
Eating her curds and whey.
There came a big spider,
Who sat down beside her.
And frightened Miss Muffet away!

Yes, even arachids and the horror they can wreak, invaded our subconscious as children.

And what about Old Mother Hubbard? The sweet caring mother had a sinister side:

Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard,
To give her poor dog a bone.
But when she got there, her cupboard was bare;
And so the poor dog had none.
She went to the baker's to buy him some bread;
When she got back, the dog was dead.

She killed the dog. The beotch!

And injuries abound in fairy tales:

One 1 little monkey,
Jumping on the bed.
One 1 fell off and bumped her head.
Mama called the doctor,
And the doctor said,
"No more monkeys,
Jumping on the bed."

See? Closed head inuries to animals. No wonder we are so twisted.

In closing, I can state hundreds of other examples, but the need to do so is not there. You get the point.

You see the damage Fairy tales can do.

I have to go now.

My son wants me to tell him a story.