If You Build It They Will Come...Playstation 3

Nobody’s Opinion: Tonight, somewhere in New York, sitting like real idiots in the cold, are more than 500 people (probably men) waiting in line to buy the new Sony PlayStation 3. The police have to be there because somehow 100 people got in line illegally.

Those sum-bags!

Hard to believe, but if this doesn’t tell you we are a nation prone to addiction, I don’t know what does.

But, nooooooo…there is no addition to video games in America. We are addicted to chocolate, porn, BIG gas-guzzling cars, cigarettes, soda, hamburgers, alcohol, cocaine, American Idol, credit cards, diet pills, French fries, drugs, old re-runs of the Three Stooges, but don’t EVER say we are addicted to video games.

At least not to any man.

America could be conquered easily. All that is needed is for millions of Playstations 4 or X-Boxes 8 to be released into the American market, and everyone at work, would say, “Gee Boss, I’m not feeling good” or “My wife is pregnant and she’s not feeling good,” or “Hey, I’m not going to lie to you, I’m going down to get the new Playstation 4, fire me if you like, but then, I won’t get one for you.”

Notice I said “millions.” That’s why this is a fantasy, because the video game makers purposely made only around 400,000 just to create demand.

They’ve been doing this every year since the first Nintendo unit came out with Mario Brothers. I ought to know. My son was five when the first “Mario Brothers’ game was released and mothers everywhere had to literally go from store to store PRAYING that she would be the one to get the last game. I began to HATE Christmas, because the big game companies would continue to put out a NEW console, which of course would play the NEW games, all this to collect the billions of dollars out of America’s hardworking pockets.

Yeah, we are pathetic.

I remember the first Atari game; Pong…or ping pong…anyway, I was good at that one. I was so good, that I beat every single guy I played, which was not good.

And because I could not purposely LOSE, I gave it up.

Then when the first Nintendo came out, I would watch my son and his friends play for hours upon hours, upon hours…and every year, the biggest gift was the newest console or game. I must admit, sometimes it was a great babysitter.

A mother would tell herself…look how much fun he is having! Look how cute Mario is! Look how he is developing his brain and hand and eye coordination!

Yes, great rationalizations come with mothers all over America getting to relax and take a bath while the kids play video games. I learned whole concerto’s on piano.

Thanks to Nintendo, I learned how to play four instruments.

And then, all of a sudden, the kid is grown. Your husband and the kids are doing nothing but playing video games. You are getting older, and a little attention or even help taking out the trash would be nice. It was always, “Wait until we are finished with this level.”

Every year of course the games got more expensive.

And even now, every time I went to the mall, my husband would start getting that look on his face, like he’s going to be sick---and when I would know we were coming close to the video game store.

Saying he was in a trance is not enough, a nude girl coming up and asking for his phone number would probably not have fazed him.

Just for fun, I used to pass it up…

It’s really sad. Why don’t men just admit it? It’s called addiction.

Then suddenly, the games got more violent. They went from Bruce Lee fighting to fantasy games…where blood and guts almost resemble the actual thing.

A man or boy could cut off heads, arms, hands…blood spurting everywhere…somewhere along the line, killing became really fun, and killing cops, running over pedestrians, was even better.

Whatever happened to Mario jumping on the mushrooms?

And instead of actually going outside and playing a game of football, now, they can play a whole fantasy game with their favorite players inside.

Is it any wonder the kids are fat?

Last month, I was walking my dog, and I came upon three boys. Two were about eight and one was five. The two bigger boys were picking on the smaller boy, (nothing new here) so I said…being as it was a wonderfully warm fall day, “Why don’t you boys play touch football?”

“Okay, I’ve got one.” And inside the kid went, and outside he came.

Having been able to throw a perfect spiral when I was a girl their age, I told one of the boys to run.

Guess what. None of these boys could throw. What’s worse, they couldn’t catch the ball if it had been as big as their living room couch. No one in their lives had shown them.

Why? Because they were fatherless, being raised by single mothers.

BUT, they all had video games.

So, what have I learned all these years watching a whole generation of kids grow up doing nothing but playing video games?

That with the introduction of video games, the kid’s genes have mutated into super computers that know exactly what to do in any game. Don’t try to beat a kid. They have mutated superior 3-D visual genes. Their brains have a new section just for that.

The Japanese have gotten back at us big time. Not only have they conquered us economically, they have brainwashed and addicted millions of men to video games.

They didn’t not have to invade us militarily. That’s probably why high-tech weapons are being developed. All those men being raised on Nintendo, Sony, and Sega, the genetic changes in the bodies drive them to create new programs.

And if there is such a thing as subliminal messages, who knows just what addicting messages are being droned into the millions that play the games.

That’s why the woman will end up saving the world.

Wait, that can’t happen either.

Where will this end? Will real “sex” be replaced like they have predicted, with video games? Will I be replayed by a 3-D video Brittany Spears in a few years?

Will Tiger Woods keep coming out every single year with a new version of Tiger Woods Golf?

Just how many games of golf can he play?

The answer is…as many as can be made, or more importantly, cannot.

The only good news is, most women are not yet addicted. Somebody has to wash the dishes. I’ve never met a woman yet addicted to cleaning.

Nobody’s Perfect; At least the men, sitting out in the cold tonight, in all the major cities of America, even if addicted, are smart enough to put up tents. In the old days, people would stand there with just their raincoats on, and get really sick.

Nobody Knows; I was getting a real kick out of some of the managers at Sony saying “We are going to lose money on every single unit sold.” Where once it was considered high at $199, now with the inflation (that doesn’t exit) it’s $599.

Poor guy.

The reason it cost so much is the IBM cell processor and the Blu Ray DVD drive…so this guys says.

Right…somebody slap that guy.

Nobody Cares; Yes, men are superior when it comes to those 3-D screens. I actually tried to play a game once, and got so sick and silly, I fell over.

But then again, very few women are stupid enough to stand outside a store for over three days…two hours is usually all she can spare.