This, I should think, is why the idea of April having access to the Internet scared her and John shitless. When she made her panicky and stupid comment about how the Feds should have done her parenting for her by censoring anything that might give her the vapors, what Elly actually told Connie is that she doesn't trust April in the least with any knowledge she might assimilate. The mutton-headed old dolt seems thus convinced that were the defiant and always-wrong Martian picky-face princess creature come across a website for some right-wing loser, she'd be trying to turn her token-ass friends into the Gestapo a millisecond later.
The reason for this is as simple as paper and has to do with the shrill screams of thinking about the children that women like her and Tippy or Flipsy or whatever the Hell stupid-ass first name Al Gore married make. Children, you see, are always dependent on Mommy (and Daddy) to make choices for them so if it is possible that children might actually choose correctly, Mommy (and Daddy) instantly become obsolete and must therefore die and be forgotten and laughed at and WHY, Mommy, WHY do the pretty girls get all the cute boys and so on throughout the depressive phase of boomer imbecilism. Simply put, the reason April's knowing things scares Elly is that she's a dumb-ass who doesn't like what she sees in the mirror and thus needs to be needed forever. For the manic phase of being a boomer muttonhead, we got John and his non-stop nitwit authoritarian thinking. More on that tomorrow.