Parents, wake up! Pull your heads out of the sand.

Before going any further, I suggest you sit down and prepare for a good dose of American smut. It won’t be pleasant. But please, don’t turn your back. If you do, you’re turning your back on your children.

You’ve heard the name: Eminem.

This isn’t about music preference. I can deal with variety in taste. Anyone who knows me knows I’m no prude. This is about musical pornography, pure and simple. You may know the sound and the beat of rap. But there’s a lot you don’t know.

“Ah, so what’s a little dirty music?” you say. “We had Jim Morrison and The Doors, and before that, they ranted about Elvis The Pelvis.”

Think again. You’re not really listening.

“You want me to fix up lyrics while the President gets his d--- s-----?
F--- that.
Take drugs.
Rape sluts.”

These are the words of your children’s hero. Where have you been? Comparing Eminem’s trash to the music of past rock artists is like comparing a porn queen to Doris Day.

“Shut up slut, you’re causin too much chaos
Just bend over and take it, slut. Okay Ma?
Oh, now he’s raping his own mother....
Snorting coke .... You G-- damn right b----,
I invented violence, you venomous vile b-----,
Texas Chainsaw left his brains all danglin from his neck
while his head barely hangs on, blood, guts, guns, cuts
Knives, lives, wives, nuns, sluts
B---- I’ma kill you. You don’t wanna f--- with me.”

He sold 8 million albums of this garbage. Think about that. Eight million. Are you still wondering where your kids get their attitude? Still wondering about children who go on killing rampages?

READ IT! Ladies and gentlemen. Read it carefully. It’s not just a distant boom box in a local park, or a pair of loud speakers from the car stopped at a red light. It’s a message. It’s clear. And it’s powerful.

Sadly, Eminem is a national icon. What does that say for our society? What does that say for me and you?

Go ahead, take another sip of coffee. Tsk tsk. “Oh, what can I do about it?”

Sure, he’s good at what he does. So was Timothy McVeigh and Ted Bundy. Eminem is surely killing people as much as they.

They gave this guy a Grammy Award. That’s like giving Hitler a peace prize. Meanwhile, the Grammy’s sunk below the level of a septic tank.

I downloaded these “lyrics” off the Internet. Intoxicating, isn’t it? This is what’s being drilled into their subconscious through those walkman earphones and on their favorite CDs, while we’re ignoring and keeping up with the Jones, drinking beer, watching “Wheel Of Fortune” and abdicating our parental responsibilities to sickos like Eminem. And when we’re confronted, we say, “Aw, it ain’t gonna harm anything.”

Don’t blame Eminem, folks. Your kids put him where he’s at.

No, I’m wrong. We put him there, by proxy, because we didn’t care what influenced our kids. We heard it, but we never listened.

Eminem is the one making the millions while our kids snort coke, have open sex at 13 and sit on the sanity’s edge, fantasizing blood and guts.

They gave him an award!

If ever there was a reason to alter the First Amendment, it’s finally arrived. This is to free speech what Saddam Hussein is to equal justice.

I’ll give Eminem credit for one thing. He took the race card out of Rap. I no longer have to be concerned with the racist label just because I shun that genre.

Open up your computers, ladies and gentlemen, and learn about this purveyor of audio pornography, and read it all. That’s if you care.

A recent study at Columbia University showed, conclusively that kids of “hands-on” parents were half as likely to turn to drugs than kids of “hands-off” parents.

So, maybe you think there’s not much you can do, but there is. You can save your own kids. You can let your kids know you give a damn.

You can write every congressman and senator in your voting districts, and the president, and your newspaper editors. Speak out, demand at a minimum, the same controls over this trash as there is on motion picture porn. Your underage kids can’t buy a Playboy magazine but they have unlimited access to this. Which do you think will twist their minds the most?

Don’t stop at one letter. Write many.

Then start paying attention. Take control. Ban pornography in your home, no matter if it’s video or audio. Show your kids, it matters. It matters, a lot.


Son, you can s--- my d--- if you don’t like my s---
Cuz I was high when I wrote this, so s--- my d---
Two pills I pop ‘til my pupils swell up like two pennies
.... All b------ is w-----, even my stinkin’a-- mom”

Imagine that. A hero.

We’ve come a long way from Elvis.

(Frank can be reached at mlf283@aol.com)

 

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