when i was a kid, the smurfs hit the airwaves big time and became really popular. they were almost annoyingly cute, their vernacular . . . well, unique, and so over-the-top smurfy, you either hated them or you loved them.
but they were innocent. perpetually happy (except for grouchy who was always chapped about something) and always managed to get out of a jam with clever solutions. and a smurfy little song would rap things up nicely.
i read something in the paper today that made me a little angry. and i think it would have clouded the ever-positive disposition of papa smurf, too.
meth makers pay people to go to various locations and purchase small quantities of ingredients and equipment (called smurfing) so they can then cook large amounts of meth.
is nothing sacred anymore?? is it not enough that drug manufacturers (and i'm not talking the legal companies) are forming their ecstacy tablets to resemble cartoon characters (i have a relative who is a chemical forensic scientist with the police department)? will they stop at nothing to snare young people into their evil grips?
even happy-go-lucky papa smurf would be steamed.
i know i sure am!