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Whatever happened to good comedy, or drama, or mystery?
Did all the talented script writers have their jobs outsourced to sheep herders living in a yurt out in the Russian tundra?
A cursory glance at television schedules today can serve you well if you happen to need a colonoscopy test prep.
First of all, let’s admit that we all love useless contraptions.
You know, like that USB-enabled combination shower head coffee filter you got for Christmas?
Or that solar powered meat thermometer. And what about all the attention from women we now get ever since we started spray painting our heads with Ronco’s bald spot remover?
But what we really love, I mean really, really love, is having some annoying moron screaming at us at the top of his lungs, telling us what new gadget we can buy (but only if you call in the next 20 minutes!).
And so they created a reality show (“Pitchmen”) to glamorize the life of these winded cretins.
Well, for my money, I’ve never found it necessary to super-glue my head to the ceiling (but I know where to buy the stuff if I ever need to do that).
It gets worse. Fortunately for my digestive system, I’ve never watched Bridezillas.
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