Judge Not



Many of my buddies' mothers only let them watch Dora the Explorer,  Diego,  Blues Clues, and Baby Einstein on tv. You know, it's the educational stuff.  Owen knows his colors already; Sophie's practically a poet....  You get the idea.  Their parents are investing in their future, albeit supporting the liberal politically correct left-wing media. (Dora and Diego are hispanic, and guess what?  They teach their young audiences Spanish.  So, in a few years, my buddies will be able to converse with the folks in California.)    Well, I've decided to enjoy my toddlerhood with some quality, non-politically correct, mind-rotting, clever entertainment:  Tow Mater's Tall Tales.  I guarantee you that the vocabulary in Tow Mater's Tall Tales is far superior to that featured in Baby Einstein or Dora.  Here, you compare the quality:
Moon Mater
Dora

Unfortunately, Mom wouldn't give me an IBC root beer for my "lazy tv bum" photo op.  At least, I wasn't drooling.  Honestly, it had been a long day, and I needed to unwind with some Tow Mater.

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