Weird children’s programming

So, I spent the 80’s and part of the 90’s exploring alternative ways of viewing reality…and I’m no stranger to the strange and the bizarre…but even with that said…Boobah confuses me.

I mean, I’ve travelled the path blazed by our forefathers in Haight, I’ve seen god’s feet after a particularly weird night involving acid, elephants and a rubber nosed juggling clown, I have sung the moon up in a peyote ritual in the desert, I have taken enough drugs to get through a Barry Manilow concert without killing anyone, (although, needless to say, that boy didn’t get another date…).

And yet, it is my belief that kids must just operate on a constant trip…because I have never taken enough drugs that children’s programming makes any damn sense.

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