Smear Factor

Are we obsessed with Reality Television? Have we given up on having a life so we can watch others play at having one on the Boob Tube? Is there no end into what they are willing to show and what we are willing to watch?

What can be next?

I know, I have a few “Faves” I rather enjoy.

“The Apprentice” is clearly heads and a dose above most and the occasional, ‘How bad can you sing, Idol?’ show can be entertaining.

I like Trump.

He is a pretty strong reason to not worry about hair loss.

And how can you not like a guy who was kind enough to buy up all the furniture at Liberace’s estate sale? Admit it, somewhere during the course of the show you see someone that reminds you of someone you have worked with.

But like so many shows, it is just like work. Well, OK, maybe not the fat naked gay guy; but, hey, close enough. The cream rarely rises to the top with that much politics thrown into the mix. At some point, even the ‘best of the best’ will learn to simply survive or go into full time Consulting.

I find all the “I’m lonely and please fill my house with good looking singles, so I can pretend I give a shit when I boot them out one at a time” shows are a bit full of themselves. I say, let’s fill the House full of dim lights, pool tables and condom machines in really bad, smelling bathrooms and call that Reality TV.

Oh, wait, that would be Surreal Life on VH1. Or, my life in the 70’s and 80’s.

I guess, I am as big a sucker for these shows as I am for a good Infomercial.

So, you are saying I can lose 40 pounds by taking just 4 of these pills a day? Where do I sign up?

And, if I order now, I can get the ‘Wizanator’ (it stores clean urine just so I can pass a drug test). Well, how cool is that?

One of the above is actually a product you can buy.

Anyways, if you want nonrealistic TV, try CNN or Fox.
Either way, you will get the left or right view of the news.

Man, do I miss the days of Walter Cronkite.