Christianity destroyed by Hollywood secularism

From the files of the Ken LaRive Blog, Facets

"One has to wonder why the Old Testament and the New are bound in the same volume. The depiction of God could not be any different." ~ Professor Tungate, Loyola University 1974, "Process and Effects of Mass Communications."

For the last sixty or so years, coinciding with the invention of Television, the maturity of Hollywood, and the mass media, the ideologies and values of Christians have been subverted, marginalized, and perverted.

In the 1950's the new medium of television had kids glued to the box on Saturday morning, and one would spend the last quarter of their allowance for a ticket to a Saturday afternoon matinee. It did more than light up what we thought was our dull and mundane world, it showed us unimagined and colorful vistas, bigger than life characters, and adventure without bounds.

Saturday morning in New Orleans kept a large segment of our children inside. Roy Rogers, Zorro, Captain Midnight, The Lone Ranger, The Cisco Kid, Circus Boy, Soldier's of Fortune, and many others, had us virtually mesmerized as our mothers fixed French Toast and hot chocolate.

Shoot-em' up story-lines were justified by the fine-line definition between revenge and justice, and our open minds stretched to take it all in. A righteous avenger and his sidekick tackled most problems with hot lead and one-liners, and we mimicked that all the way to adulthood.

Suddenly adults saw that a school-yard brawl was no longer acceptable in our civilized society. Those who chose to express themselves that way were arrested and charged, and lawyers lined up for the ensuing law-suits. Most found their niche, some could not, and spent a good portion of their lives behind bars.

With money, seemingly as the primary motivation, it was soon recognized that ideas could be instilled by advertisements and commercials as well, and the subconscious was manipulated to accomplish that task, this time without the viewer's knowledge.

Subliminal advertising came of age in the middle fifties, and that same Saturday night, during a TV supper on a TV tray, the child again watched the black box with parents for several hours more. In those precious and valued times, reality was further instilled and cemented by the laughter and tears it created in our parents, the primary connection we had with truth.

We looked at their reaction, and made it our own.

But it did not start in the little black box . . .

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