M. SCOTT MORRIS: A wascally wabbit and a sick boy



My son’s been under the weather with a fever and such, so he’s been home to watch “Looney Tunes” on Cartoon Network.

He doesn’t get much exposure to old-school Bugs Bunny, Daffy Duck, Porky Pig and the gang.

He’s more likely to see “The Looney Tunes Show,” a new series that brings those characters to the 21st century.

I’m not a fan of the new show, though I wasn’t sure if it was due to my developing nature as a curmudgeon or the fact the show stinks worse than Tweety Bird’s day-old newspapers.

A weakened Evan Morris came to my rescue.

“This is much better,” he said without prompting. “The other one’s not even funny.”

“I agree,” I said, with an emphatic “Yes!” on the inside.

(There are strict rules about using exclamation points in newspapers. We’re allowed to put them in only when we really, really mean it. We’re also not supposed to use “really,” so I’ll probably have to pay a fine for that, but I wanted you to understand the breadth and scope of my feelings.)

We watched Bugs trick Daffy, so the duck practically forces Elmer Fudd to shoot his beak off multiple times.

Where would America be without cartoon violence? I don’t want to know.

Next, a Coyote and Roadrunner cartoon came on. Evan liked that the characters don’t talk, other than the Roadrunner’s “Meep-Meep.” They just rip across the desert until the Coyote goes Ka-Chunk-Splat.

“I feel sorry for him,” Evan said.

“The Coyote?” I said.

“He never gets to eat,” Evan said.

“Good point. I used to think that,” I said, “then realized the Coyote must have money to order all those contraptions from ACME. Why doesn’t he buy some food and leave the Roadrunner alone?”

“Good point,” Evan said. “He deserves what he gets.”

I have some reservations about letting Evan and his sister watch “Looney Tunes.”

One isn’t much of a worry because I don’t think the old racist cartoons make it to the screen anymore.

Anti-Nazi and anti-Japanese cartoons from World War II were in the mix back when I came home from school and flicked on TBS Superstation.

I don’t think they scarred my development as a human being, but it’s hard to be sure. I drive a Nissan and have at least one German friend, so I’m probably all right.

The other issue is with Bugs Bunny. I learned a lot from that wascally wabbit, as well as his brother from a different mother, Hawkeye Pierce from “M*A*S*H.”

They’re hilarious characters, and I’ve tried to pattern my approach to life after them.

But not every joke is going to score, and that rat-a-tat humor can grate on people’s nerves at times.

Or so I’m told. I don’t know anything about that, personally. It’s the boy and his sister I’m concerned about.

M. SCOTT MORRIS is a Daily Journal feature writer. Contact him at (662) 678-1589 or scott.morris@journalinc.com.

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