Well, let me tell ya ’bout this One Million Moms thing, ya know? It’s a whole heap of fuss, like a hen in a dust storm. I heard tell it’s some group, a big one, they say a million, can ya believe it? Sounds like a whole lotta folks gettin’ their feathers ruffled.
Now, what gets ’em all worked up? Seems like it’s them TV shows and movies and such. They don’t like this, they don’t like that. Always complainin’ ’bout somethin’ bein’ too this or too that, if ya catch my drift. Kids these days, watchin’ all sorts of stuff on them screens, big ones, little ones, they got ’em everywhere, like ants at a picnic.
I reckon these mamas, they just wanna keep things clean, ya know? Like washin’ the dirt offa yer hands after workin’ in the garden. They don’t want their young’uns seein’ things they shouldn’t, things that ain’t proper. And I get that, I surely do. Kids are like sponges, soakin’ up everything they see and hear, gotta be careful what they’re exposed to, like leavin’ milk out in the sun, it’ll go sour.
But this Disney fella, he’s got his own ideas, it seems. Heard tell he had a tough time growin’ up, lost his own mama, bless her heart. Maybe that’s why he makes them movies the way he does. Some folks say he ain’t got no mamas in his stories, or they ain’t around for long. Kinda sad, if ya think about it. Like a garden with no flowers.
And then there’s this governor fella, down in Florida. He’s been squabblin’ with Disney, fightin’ like cats and dogs. Over what? Well, it’s somethin’ about how Disney runs his own little town down there, where Mickey Mouse and all them critters hang out. The governor, he wants a say in it, seems like. Wants to tell Disney what to do and how to do it. Like tryin’ to tell a rooster when to crow, it just ain’t right.
They been at it for a while now, this governor and Disney. Filin’ lawsuits and countersuits, makin’ a big ol’ mess, like spilled milk on the kitchen floor. It’s all a bit confusin’, if ya ask me. One side says this, the other side says that. Hard to know who’s tellin’ the truth, like tryin’ to find a needle in a haystack. But it all boils down to power and control, I reckon. Who gets to say what goes on, who gets to call the shots.
- One Million Moms: They’re a big group of mamas who worry about what their kids are watchin’. They want things to be clean and wholesome.
- Disney: This fella makes movies and has his own place in Florida, but folks say he doesn’t treat the mamas in his stories right.
- The Governor: He’s down in Florida and he’s been fightin’ with Disney. Wants to have a say in how Disney runs things.
And this whole One Million Moms group, they’re right in the middle of it, kinda like a fence post stuck between two stubborn cows. They’re makin’ noise, lettin’ their voices be heard. And that’s their right, I suppose. We all got a right to speak our minds, even if folks don’t agree with what we say. It’s a free country, or so they tell me, like a bird in the open sky.
But sometimes, I think, all this fightin’ and fussin’, it don’t do no good. Just stirs up trouble, like stickin’ a stick in a beehive. Maybe folks should just sit down and talk things over, have a cup of coffee, maybe some pie. Try to understand each other, ya know? Like neighbors sharin’ a fence, gotta learn to get along.
But I ain’t holdin’ my breath. Seems like folks are always gonna find somethin’ to argue about. It’s just the way of the world, I guess, like the sun risin’ in the east and settin’ in the west. And as for these One Million Moms, well, they’ll keep on squawkin’, that’s for sure. They’re like a bunch of mother hens protectin’ their chicks, and ain’t nothin’ gonna stop ’em, not as long as they got somethin’ to cluck about, they gonna keep their eyes open and their mouths loud.
So, there ya have it. That’s my take on this whole thing. Just a simple ol’ woman’s opinion, not worth much, I reckon. But I’ve seen a thing or two in my time, and I know that when folks get their dander up, they ain’t gonna back down easy, just like trying to stop a train with your bare hands.
