The NRA Family rendition of Little Red Riding Hood is not to be missed. Loaded chock-full of exciting moments like when "Red was given her very own rifle and lessons on how to use it--just in case--to be sure that she would always be safe," it's a study in early indoctrination.

After little Red gets her gun, she sets out for Grandma's house with "rifle over her shoulder and a basket for her Grandmother in her hands."

Once in the forest, "Red felt the reassuring weight of the rifle on her shoulder and continued down the path, scanning the trees, knowing that their shadows could provide a hiding place."

Good grief.

Let's spoil the ending, courtesy of Media Matters:

The wolf leaned in, jaws open wide, then stopped suddenly. Those big ears heard the unmistakable sound of a shotgun's safety being clicked off. Those big eyes looked down and saw that grandma had a scattergun aimed right at him. He realized that Grandmother hadn't been backing away from him; she had been moving towards her shotgun to protect herself and her home.

"I don't think I'll be eaten today," said Grandma, "and you won't be eating anyone again." Grandma kept her gun trained on the wolf, who was too scared to move. Before long, he heard a familiar voice call "Grandmother, I'm here!" Red peeked her head in the door. The wolf couldn't believe his luck--he had come across two capable ladies in the same day, and they were related! Oh, how he hated when families learned how to protect themselves.

Granny, get your gun! This is some really sick stuff right here, folks.