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Anybody remember the Smurfs from 80s Saturday morning TV? I found this pretty humorous, although the issue of third world child soldiers is serious enough that I do feel a little guilty laughing about this article.

 

http://www.theregister.co.uk/2005/10/10/smurf_village_razed/

 

The offending cartoon, created with the full approval of the family of the Smurfs' departed creator Peyo, the Daily Telegraph notes, sees the cuddly blue creatures kicking off the action by dancing hand-in-hand round the campfire while singing that catchy Smurf song we all know and love.

 

Death then begins to rain from the sky as bombs spread fiery death through Smurfdom

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QUOTE(KansasSoxFan @ Oct 11, 2005 -> 12:56 PM)
Anybody remember the Smurfs from 80s Saturday morning TV? I found this pretty humorous, although the issue of third world child soldiers is serious enough that I do feel a little guilty laughing about this article.

 

http://www.theregister.co.uk/2005/10/10/smurf_village_razed/

 

I say...about damn time those Smurfs got what was coming to them. I mean, c'mon...99 Smurfs and 1 Smurfette. Something veeeeeeery funny was going on there.

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I read an article about this earlier today. And it said that usually UNICEF shows starving children and real children in war ravaged places--kinda graphic stuff apparently. Anyway, in the article it said the reason they switched to the smurfs (shouldn't the plural techinally be smurves, but I digress) was to SHOCK people. So, starving, abused, homeless orphan children are no longer shocking. Sad.

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In the howling wind comes a stinging rain

See it driving nails

Into the souls on the tree of pain

From the firefly,

A red orange glow

See the face of fear

Running scared in the valley below

Bullet the blue sky

Bullet the blue sky

Bullet the blue

Bullet the blue

...ah...ah...

 

In the locust wind comes a rattle and hum

Jacob wrestled the angel

And the angel was overcome

You plant a demon seed

You raise a flower of fire

See them burning crosses

See the flames higher and higher

 

Bullet the blue sky

Bullet the blue sky

Bullet the blue

...ah...

Bullet the blue

...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...

 

This guy comes up to me

His face red like a rose on a thorn bush

Like all the colors of a royal flush

And he's peeling off those dollar bills

Slappin' 'em down

One hundred, two hundred

 

And I can see those fighter planes

And I can see those fighter planes

Across the mud huts where the children sleep

Through the alleys of a quiet city street

WE take the staircase to the first floor

WE turn the key and slowly unlock the door

a man breathes into a saxophone

through the walls you hear the city groan

Outside it's America

Outside it's America

 

Across the field you see the sky ripped open

and the rain all through a gaping wound

Pounding on the women and children pounding the woman and children

Who run.......who run

Into the arms...

...of America

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