Hey! Preacher! leave those kids alone.

Why the debate on alien existence rages on is a mystery to me, anyone watching childrens tv must know that they're from another planet! Yet we allow these extra terrestrial (so thats what they mean by terrestrial tv!) beings to entertain our children. When I say entertain I actually mean educate..no thats not right I mean brainwash! Since when has childrens tv been part of the education system? Thats not to say that pre school children need to learn or that childrens tv can play a part but the onus is on the parents to prepare their chidren for school. What annoys me about tvs attempt to educate is that the programmes have been written by an education committee following some moral agenda that they havent been given the remit to implement. An example of this is numberjacks which is one step short of electric shock treatment." Children, can anyone see the number two, come on where is it? WHERE IS IT? We have ways of making you talk! Where is the Number TWO?"...its in their pants cos theyre shitting themselves! Maybe thats a bit extreme but you watch the programmes, everything has to have a message to it! Today one programme was talking about Salad Sleepovers? and plugging how good salad is for you! Salad Sleepovers! where the fuck did that come from? Somebody out there wants nicely programmed automatons instead of free willed lively children and that isnt right. Orderly children in their high vis vests going to school on the pedestrian bus is one thing but how long before they have to march!? In the inner cities they could make them wear high vis stab vests instead. Theyd be going to school better protected than our troops in Afghanistan! How long before health and safety says our troops should wear hi vis instead of camoflage? After all centuries ago they used to wear red coats and the same kind of idiots were in charge then as there are now. Children dont need information drilled into them to learn, picture this. You are in the kitchen you drop a slice of bread on floor and of course it lands butter side down (a way to prevent this is to butter the bread after you drop it!) 'Bugger' you whisper. By the way this is no ordinary kitchen its lead lined and only accessible through an airlock, soundproof you would think. You exit the kitchen through the airlock and proceed to the living room where little Johnny is sat on floor shouting "BUGGER, BUGGER, BUGGER, BUGGER". The door bell rings and then you remember the health vistor is calling in today, no doubt checking Johnnys book bag is equipped with high vis vest, emergency flares, GPS etc. "SHIT" you say, Johnny is briefly silent then "SHIT, SHIT, SHIT"..........I think you get the point!