Tuesday, September 22, 2009

The Kids are Alright

What sort of Gestapo-backed company puts out a product like this?  If you've gotten to the point where you have to go to the local CVS pharmacy to pick up a home-school drug test kit for little Johnny, I think your kid might be in need of some professional help (whether he has 'dirty' piss or not - in fact, probably more so if it turns out to be clean).

Next thing you know, they'll be marketing 'Parent's Eyes' School Backpack with Embedded Micro Webcam bouncing spy signals off the satellite from Davey's after-school activities to Dad's iPhone and Little Suzie Home Sexual Activity Detection Power you can sprinkle in her morning Cheerios. ("The morning-after virtual chastity belt! If she breaks out in pink boils, she's surely been soiled!")

I understand people are concerned about their kids, but it's a slippery slope.

All the yipyaps bitching about the looming Marxist Takeover of our Country don't see that it's this kind of seemingly piddly shit and not the creation a non-profit agency to provide supplementary healthcare (or outlawing the stockpiling of assault weapons for "home security") that erodes our liberties.

But this sort of "patriotic American" doesn't really care about the withering away of constitutional rights, much as they might seem to given their incessant torch burning and town hall hollering.  If they were so concerned, they'd have been up in arms over the Patriot Act and wouldn't consider the ACLU to be in league with Satan. Watch Seven Days in May.  Or Dr. Stranglove for that matter.  It's this dark side of the security-vs-freedom debate that trickles down from the military industrial complex into the fabric of our personal lives in varied and subtle ways.  At its most foundational, it's a mindset and attitude.

Anyway, I didn't mean to rant and rave - this was meant to be a humorous observation based on a radio commercial for First Check Home Drug Test I heard on the drive into work.  I promised to cut down on my posts and will now go dark until the end of the week (unless something else gilds my lily enough in the meantime).