I grew up with Fred Rogers. He was as much an institution in my household as Sesame Street, Thundercats, Transformers and all those other series that have been strip-mined clean of their original value by psuedo-comedians whose stock in trade is capitalizing on the hazy memories of a generation caked in bong resin and the glamour of recreational heroin abuse.
To watch him in the above clip, in which he comes face to face with Miyamoto’s Donkey Kong, brings back a flood of memories from a happier, more innocent time, but it also fills my mind with questions:
First, do we all sound autistic when explaining video games to the older generation?
Second, when did we start basing all of our pedophile stereotypes on Fred Rogers, and what the hell is wrong with all of us?!
[Thanks to Mog … er … Fae … er, Mark, for sending this in and forcing me to spend ten minutes figuring out his confusing signature.]
