You know, back when Keyser was a tyke growing up in the eastern marches of the Pannonian Plains, we used to get bootleg tapes of PBS shows. Supposedly, these were more wholesome than the tiresome crap you could see on the Magyar Indoctrinational Broadcast Service. Sure, Nova was great (I still remember vividly a show about the early development of anaesthesia, with a re-enactment of the amputation of an Irish immigrant worker’s leg, which was crushed against the side of the Erie Canal), but the kids stuff was a bust.
Sesame Street was just dull. But Mr. Roger’s Neighborhood… now there was something truly creepy. That weasely, namby pamby voice he’d use. Surely, the man was a paedophile talking like that. Geez, Peewee Herman seems like the epitome of 1950s whitebread wholesomeness beside that simpering old pervert in the sweater. And Mr. “McFeely”? I mean, really!
I haven’t seen that show in decades, but I recently came across this compilation on YouTube. God in Heaven, it’s worse than the ineffable horror of Keyser’s direst recollections!
Now, the imagery of a garden can be fine if it’s got an octopus in it.
But as for this garden where Mr. Roger’s thoughts grow, like festering, malignant flowers in the dark where nobody can see them… I’m pretty sure children should be kept aware from there. At least this one shunned the place!