So in the latest issue of EGM, they have this story on video game violence, and how it might inspire somebody to hurt other humans, or at the very least, train them on how to hurt other human beings. What made this story so drastically different from the other stories they ran almost every issue, without fail, on the subject, is that they had the two main guys heading each side, doing this crossfire sort of thing. I say sort of thing, because if I read the story correctly, they were interviewed separately. I personally think it would have been better had the two met up and debated, but that's just me, I could be wrong.
So the man who is retarded enough to think that video games train and inspire violence is Jack Thompson. The man is Henry Jenkins. I don't call him a retard, because I didn't read his side of the argument, simply because I agree with him.
You want to know why people say video games inspire and train for violent tendencies? Because they can. It's the Twinkie defense. When little Johnny Dumbass Jr. picked up a shotgun in some back-asswards state like Tennessee or Kentucky or one those other shittacular and shoots at passing cars, he expected that it would get brushed away and thrown out of court due to his youthful exuberance. When he found out, oh shit, that he might go jail and have to lick jelly from Thunderdick's ass crack, he had to figure out how to get out this shit he was in.
So while he's at home, playing
GTA 3, he goes through his options.
"Movies? No, it's been done. Music? I'm not Tipper Gore, fuck you. Comic books? Christ, not even Southerners are dumb enough to fall for that. Wait a second...VIDEO GAMES! Thank you, Joe Lieberman."
Let's say that the kid decides to not only go with that, but also temporary insanity.
"Your honor, I was made temporarily insane and when I went to school that morning, I did not see my classmates, I saw demon spawn that needed to go back to hell and hookers that took my money!"
Well, tell you what: if those people you killed are temporarily dead, then you're off the hook. But if I go to the graveyard and they're still dead, I expect to see you in a padded room, every Friday sucking beer nut through your well-fucked asshole.
And the parents, well, they're stupid enough and desperate enough to follow along. Parents do not wish to be seen in a bad light, nor do they want their kids to be seen in a bad light, as that reflects poorly on their parentings abilities. Look, dumbass, your kid shot and killed 5 people, and if he lived in Texas, I got news for you: he ain't getting off the hook using the old video game/temporary insanity ploy. We will strap his fat, Cheetos-addicted ass to the gurney and pump him full of industrial strength drugs.
You buy your kid a system, you EDUCATE YOURSELVES! It's not that damn hard! Guess what, it doesn't take that much time. Read the reviews of games, and ask the kids hanging around the store what they thought of the games. Guess what? If you can garrot a man while shoving a dildo into a dolphin's blowhole in a game, the kids will brag about that. And if you are offended by having that ability in a game, and don't want your kids exposed to it, YOU DON'T BUY THAT FUCKING GAME!!! You buy Mario or Harry Potter or some other kid friendly game.
And for those who have kids that have a tendency to violence, you just don't let them around violent things. It's not to backtrack and say that violent stuff will influence these kids, it's that they are violent motherfuckers. If your kid is a disciple of the Uncle Russell logic, that is, if someone annoys you in anyway, you shoot them, then you take them out of society. I don't mean kill them, I mean put them in extensive therapy. Because your child...is not a sane individual. If he cannot follow the laws of society, or the Judeo-Christian ethic of thou shalt not kill, then he does not deserve to live in a normal society. Video games, rap music, comic books, all that crap won't influence or train him. It will just send him deeper into a fictious world that does not exist.
Before I go, let's not forget the fact that there is not a thin line between reality and entertainment. There is, in fact, a HUGE FUCKING LINE between those two planes. I know that if I see a man fly through a glass window in the latest Stallone crapfest, he'll come out the other end, unscathed. But I also know that if he did that in real life, his ass would be cleaned up with Zip-Loc Bags and a mop, because he would be cut to ribbons. I know that if a fat, tubby bastard falls in love with a tall, blonde chick, I ain't running to a tall, handsome black man. Why? Because I fell for that one already, and now the tall, blonde chick is blowing the tall, handsome black man on a daily basis.
I also know that if I sing a song about banging hoes and smoking the chronic, I won't make squat because I'm white. If I sing anything, I'm singing Led Zeppelin. You know what else I know? That if I eat a mushroom, I see weird sounds and hear strange colors and that if I am broken, bruised, and bleeding from a fight where 30 guys jumped me and beat the living shit out of, chances are, I'm gonna die. At the very least, I won't get healed by looking for a big ass health kit and touching the son of a bitch. I need to get my fat ass to a hospital, and stat!
I also don't believe that I am more prone to violence. I always felt that violence solved everything, but I learned that from being born into the 12 years of Republican rule, then watching Dubya decide that the best way to secure oil for Americans is to kill every Iraqi. Video games didn't teach me that, watching the news and being into politics and world history taught me that.
