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Mister Rogers is-- er, WAS one scary dude...
I've decided to mark the anniversary of Mister Rogers' passing by doin' a write-up of one his shows on tape-- this one to be exact (like duh, right?). Thing is, I never really got into Mister Rogers when I was a young'un. The guy creeped me out somethin' fierce with his nauseatingly upbeat "Won't You Be My Neighbor?" song that opened every show, his doofy knitted sweater & deck shoes, and his eerily gentle & overly-cheerful demeanor. I daresay I found him far scarier than any of the so-called 'monsters' he was talking about here! But as the years passed and I matured (in a physical sense at least), I decided to give the dude another look, just to see if perhaps I had misjudged the man. But after viewing this particular presentation, I found myself just as creeped out by him as I was way back when. But as deceptively bizarre as I still found him, I discovered that Mister Rogers is pretty good for goofin' on in the MST3K style. When taken outta context and processed through my sick little mind, many of the things he'd say seemed rife with naughty innuendo and subliminal double-entendre. In other words, ol' Fred ended up looking even more like the sick weirdo I always suspected he was...

One example of the subliminal depravity I perceived in this particular presentation were his musings about how he wanted to "work with heavy equipment" as a kid, before cutting to a construction site where he tried his hand at operating a backhoe loader. After he made his "work with heavy equipment" statement, I thought to myself, "Yeah, I'll BET you do, you filthy degenerate!" Then there was the part where he was talking about "pounding" and "shaping" this chunk of green clay he whipped outta one of his kitchen cabinets. After hearing this spiel, my out-of-context filter kicked in and I said to myself, "Yeah, I know what you'd REALLY like to pound, ya frickin' pervo!" And why does he store clay in the kitchen cabinet, anyway?! Talk about bein' a total freak! And don't even get me started on his discussion about funnels (which was a recurring theme throughout this particular eppie) and what they're used for...

But the icing on this big ol' cake of sickness were the Land of Make-Believe vignettes featuring a purple panda cavorting around in a googly-eyed dinosaur outfit and snorfin' down a big ol' bowl of tapioca pudding whilst scaring the flannel outta the neighborhood denizens of the muppety persuasion. Yeah, we ALL know what disgusting things a purple panda with a lust for tapioca symbolizes, don't we?! But don't take my word for it-- just ask Jerry Falwell...

All mean-spirited character assassination aside, I gotta admit that this guy really did appear to be the real deal. By all accounts he was just as gentle and friendly in real life as he was on the TV show. Not even the infamous Howard Stern show interviewer and future Tonight Show announcer (as of this writing) "Stuttering" John Melendez could perturb him when he asked him why Captain Kangaroo was so bitter. And ya never read or heard about him gettin' caught up in any kinda tabloidy scandal like that other notable child-nurturer Michael Jackson! I also gotta admit, this guy's work ethic put most avowed workaholics to shame. Not only did he host the show, he also scripted & executive-produced each episode, wrote all the music, and operated & voiced just about every single puppet in the Land of Make-Believe. Only my jaded attitude towards the show-biz world's so-called paragons of virtue and fruitless (so far) searches for ulterior motives keep me from believing that Fred Rogers truly had the interest of kids at heart every waking hour of his life, and wasn't out to take advantage of his fame in some less-than-scrupulous fashion. No one on TV-- even on a PBS show-- could be as nauseatingly pure as this guy seemed to be, and not have at least one skeleton in his closet... right???

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