We’re all humans and we all have the potential to kill , and watching horrific programs like that isn’t going to help one bit, is it?
T.V. is dangerously addictive. They think of nothing else but T.V. Every night they come home, and merely watch T.V. they don’t say hello, they don’t comfort you, they don’t do the housework, they don’t do their homework. They, just stare at a square box. Isolated. Their presence like a ghost. That once lively, whitty, cheeky, talkative bundle of fun you once had is now chained by a possessive flickering screen, dominating their concentration, their life, their freedom. Dead.
It’s evil just setting in, you feel rejected, quivering in sadness and shame of what you have done. The door’s locked. A separate world. You scream and screech, rant and rave, just to gain their attention for a meal. Your thump the door, of the obsession nothing can rid of.
Antisocial: Brainwashed by the repetitive soaps and cartoons played again, and again and again, until your heart breaks. They become lazy. Obese. No interest in sport, park, relatives. ‘I wanna watch T.V.’ they groan.
Tired. They stay up all night watching pornography, followed promptly by a tribute to rape and child abuse. These kids grow and become adults one day too, and they need to know wrong from right. Is this material helping that?
Then, the door creaks, the bolt slams open. The monster has now detached itself from its master and embarks to the dining room. To feed. Finally. And it gets fatter and fatter, from fit to unfit, ‘normal’ to obese. You ask them to get the milk and they growl with fury and snatch what they thin is milk, but you tell them its orange juice. They don’t know because they can’t see. Their eyes are damaged. After all, what can anyone expect after suffering 200W of glaring light for 50% of their life.
To allow a child to watch T.V. anytime they feel is ridiculously stupid. You would never sleep, hearing them watch television X until 5am in the morning, or at least until their mutated eyes can no longer see. To much noise is an obvious reason, and I’ve no need to account for the rest. I think it’s sad that there are lost souls out there that think of nothing, yes nothing, but watching T.V. And I bet all of them have a T.V. in their bedroom.
By next Christmas, their attitude is horrendous. Their liveliness is gone. Their wittiness has disappeared. They, no longer speak to you because their conscience is totally fixed to watching T.V. they’ve had no friend round for months. There’s little wonder. Needless to day, when you finally pierce the monsters door to give them their xmas present, naturally while watching T.V., they’re woken by the sight of a long large chunk of steel. It sways. Smash. Sparkle. Finished? One swing is never enough.
Oh! If only you kept it downstairs, things would be so, so different – you wouldn’t have cracked, become isolated, fixed merely on the streaks of light that flicker tortuously for the rest of your life. In your prison cell.
T.V. Kills…..when its in the wrong place. Don’t let it be yours.
By Charles Macgilchrist 11C
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St. Benedicts RC School Derby
