Now I know what you're thinking, they're a product of their times. They were made in the middle of the 20th century so most of what I'm construing as "fucked up" just wasn't considered to be at that time. But that's the thing, I'm not mad about it. In fact, I wish cartoons were still that way. Maybe then, the world wouldn't be so full of overly sensitive, overly P.C., overly whiny "insert insensitive, un-P.C. insult here."
More than anything though, I wish I were a fly on the wall in the writer's room during the creation of these cartoons, just too see where exactly they drew the line. I like to think it would've played out a little something like this:
Head Writer- "Okay people let's do this. I need ideas, everything you've got. Let's just start spitballing."
Writer #1- "Racism! Lots of it! Like a cheese crazy Mexican mouse who lives in one small hole with his entire extended family!"
Head Writer- "Nice. Keep 'em coming."
Writer #2- "Speech impediments! Like, just... everyone! I'm talkin' a pig, a cat, a bird, a duck.... Ooh! And a giant-headed hunter who may or may not have downs syndrome!"
Head Writer- "Yes! What else we got?"
Writer #3- "Cross dressing! We can have the rabbit elude his enemies by dressing like a whore and seducing them!"
Head Writer- "Alright! Little weird, but I think we can make it work."Writer #4- "Rape! We'll have a crazy horny French skunk who just sexually assaults everything!"
Head Writer- "Of course! What's children's entertainment without rape overtones? Gold! This is gold I tell ya'!
Writer #5- "Amputees!"
Head Writer- "Woah woah! Jesus Christ Phil what the fuck?!"
Writer #5- "I... I just... well everyone was throwing out ideas."
Head Writer- "Not like that man! It's called tact Phil! You know what... why don't you do us all a favor and just get the hell outta here. Pack you things sicko. We'll mail your final paycheck."
Annnnnd, super inappropriate scene.
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