On Becoming a Tribe of Desensitised Gore-chimps

It’s clear that violent games, films, and television shows are turning our young into a bunch of orifice-desensitised gore-chimps. It's fun to gaze whimsically over our shoulder at the programs we watched when we were kids: shows about genies and witches and space-Martians, and pre-historic citizens who used living creatures as household appliances; shows about the plight of captured soldiers in a Nazi prison camp during the Second World War; comedies about the antics of bitter, battle-fatigued, alcoholic surgeons forced to perform horrifying surgical procedures with rusty instruments on adolescent soldiers in a makeshift hospital during the vicious and blood-soaked Korean war. They were gentler times. And the games! Sweet mercy. Today it’s all jacking cars and murdering prostitutes. We had simple games about a giant mouth who swallowed endless pills while being pursued through a labyrinth by a horde of ghosts. That’s just the difference between today and the good old days, I guess.

Here is a vintage cartoon about a starving duck who goes on a murderous axe rampage. Lovely.