Whatever happened to good, old-fashioned, mindless television? You can’t watch “regular” TV anymore without some liberal agenda being pushed down your throat.
It’s usually some strange type of new family arrangement that is supposed to be the new normal or a bunch of immature high school models trying to jump into bed with one another. Okay, you can throw in an abundance of CSI shows glorifying the most heinous and sick behavior on our planet by trying to outwit the bad guy with all kinds of made for TV investigator stuff. Those shows don’t bother me personally, because I choose not to watch them. However, the commercials promoting those shows tick me off to no end.
They invariably show an obviously dead woman in her underwear. These commercials pop up with no warning or the chance to avert the eyes of my sweet little innocent ones watching TV and eating peanuts with old Dad. Seriously, I don’t enjoy my five-year-old daughter seeing that crap. She looks at me and asks, “Daddy, what happened to that lady?” Oh nothing, honey, she’s just sleeping. Yeah, that was fake blood … let’s find some of those old Barney tapes.
Luckily, you still can control what you watch with your handy dandy remote control. I’m sure some agency is gathering data on what we watch, but, oh well, not to worry. I have a very small number of things I watch on TV. Mostly it consists of political talk shows and football, a little baseball, too. As you can imagine, I usually end up watching TV alone.
I submit that there is one show that has merit for its absolute nothingness. What do I mean by that?
I mean, if you want to mindlessly waste a half hour of your life, there is one show that can do it. Duck Dynasty is the answer for people needing to blow thirty minutes. It is a show based on the Robertson family. They’ve made millions making and selling duck calls. Yes, that means they trick the ducks into flying close enough that they can blast them to smithereens with shotguns.