Wednesday, Aug. 28, 2002 7:03 A.M.
Ring Around the Psych ward.
Have you ever stopped to wonder why we are in such a mess in this moment in time? Why there is so much violence? Why we are in the midst of chaos and brutality and prejudice? I�m here to tell you why. We can only blame our ancestors. Why? For teaching us these ways, that�s why. And one other person is to blame too. Who? Mother Goose. Yup, folks. Mother Goose. Think about it. Did you ever really listen to the words of some of the things we were taught and what we taught our children? Let�s take a look at this.
Jack and Jill went up the hill
to fetch a pail of water.
Jack fell down
and broke his crown
and Jill came tumbling after.
Here we are, making light of that poor kid, Jack who ended up with a concussion. Three blind mice, three blind mice
See how they run, see how they run
They all ran after the farmer�s wife
She cut off their tail with a carving knife
You never saw such a sight in your life
as three blind mice.
Think about this one. First we have the obvious disrespect of disabilities. If you ever heard a babysitter telling this to a four year old, but leaving out the rhyming, you�d fire her in a heartbeat, no? But we were taught this little ditty as children and taught it to our own little ones. Let�s move on, There was an old woman who lived in a shoe
She had so many children she didn�t know what to do.
She fed them some broth without any bread,
Whipped them all soundly and put them to bed.
This one is interesting. You read this to your child and think nothing of it. Yet you pick up the paper every day and read where some mother has gone off her rocker, trying to make ends meet with little or no money and in a fit of depression, she beats or kills her kids. Wow! Do I see a note of familiarity here? Is this starting to form a pattern? Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack jumped over the candlestick.
Hmmmm. And you wonder why little Johnny is fascinated with matches. Mary had a little lamb with fleece as white as snow,
And everywhere that Mary went, that lamb was sure to go.
It followed her to school one, day which was against the rules
It made the children laugh and play to see a lamb at school.
The lesson here? Rules are made to be broken, it�s ok. It goes on and on. Read your childhood fairy tales and if you think they are harmless little stories, read them again. Little Red Riding Hood: Wolf mauls and attacks and kills senior citizen
Three little pigs: Another story of total violence
Eency Weency Spider: Ok, though not violent, how many kids grew up terrified of spiders? The little innocent rhyme: Ring around the Rosy, Pocket full of poseys, ashes, ashes, we all fall down. That was the original version. It was started back in the days of some plague. Might have been the Black plague or smallpox. Either way, it was a little rhyme the children started. It seems as though there was a huge plague of some sort. People were dying at rather quick rate and those responsible for their care were burning the dead in large graves so the infection wouldn�t spread. Because of lack of refrigeration at the time, caretakers and nurses would put flowers in their pockets to ward of the terrible odors. The list goes on and on. Yup, be careful what you read to your children. You may be setting them up for a trip to the therapist later. Who know, Jeffrey Dahmer may have been read the Gingerbread boy once too often. What a happy post to start the day, huh? Later�
Later,
Cosmic
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