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As any child growing up in the 50’s and early 60’s can tell you, the airing of The Wizard of Oz every Christmas season was an event to look forward to. In the days before cable TV and movies that seem to have no sense of shame, images of tornados ravaging the landscape, the evil Miss Gulch and her counterparts, the wicked witch sisters and of course, hordes of merciless flying monkeys were about the biggest thrills one could get.
Superman was every boy’s hero,
the epitome of truth, justice and the American way. He fought evil; evil looking gangsters with twisted features and mad scientists with plans to dominate the world. We wore capes, and argued about the extent of his powers.
The Ouija board was taboo, the equivalent of inviting the devil into your heart and mind. Such things were for the depraved and lost. No hope then for redemption ever.
I miss the times when there was no question about right and wrong. There was black and there was white. What happened to us? Whose mother first introduced their children to the satanic Ouija board? What would have happened if that tiny rocket carrying the only survivor of the doomed planet Krypton crash landed into Hitler’s back yard instead of that Kansas cornfield...if Dorothy’s house landed on Glinda? Where will we land? I'll take flying monkeys any day.

Images:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Wizard_oz_movieposter.jpg
http://www.comics.org/details.lasso?id=3110
http://www.greatdreams.com/ouija.htm