Review of The House I Live In

. . . is an Un-American Menace to Society, THE HOUSE I LIVE IN teaches the young kids in its Target Audience. As with the Civil War a century before, America's very survival during World War Two depended upon Blood Transfusions. Defeating the Axis of Evil was contingent upon each and every U.S. Citizen being ready and willing to donate blood, as well as an eagerness on the part of ALL members of our Armed Forces to receive this Gift of Life when their war wounds mandated such urgent medical treatment, as "Frank S." explains to the children surrounding him. If either side (civilian or military) shirked from this Constitutional Duty, Frank informs his rapt listeners, they could look forward to the American Language being outlawed (with all subsequent conversations conducted in German, Italian, or Japanese, under the pain of Death!). However, one misguided cult appears Hell-bent--Then and Now--upon ruining Freedom for everyone else, leaving their insidious pamphlets on public lavatory floors when they're not busy pounding on residential doors early in the morning after Nurse Nancy or Rosie Riveter has worked a double shift! As Frank might sing, "There ought to be a Law . . . "