Last week I caught the mother of all head colds that had me out and down on the couch with nothing but the television and radio to keep me company.
Unfortunately, I made a gruesome discovery between twisting and turning in fever delirium. Daytime television is just as bad, if not worse, than prime time, and radio shows have morphed into platforms for advertisements on erectile dysfunction and cancer hospice than about news or chatty discussion.
This, sadly, is what the media has become.
Anyone that has an opinion that is not supported by the popular left or popular right is considered a racist, a hater, or a sexist. Pick whichever “-ist” you wish.
It is now very unpopular to disagree, but very popular to condemn.
The very morally corrupt, but very politically correct, have so much to say over so little with so much authority.
Daytime television, long the bastion of soap operas and game shows, has jumped from the frying pan into the deep fryer — perpetrating stereotypes not with satire, but with wanton ignorance and an inordinate amount of questionable paternity actions.
We now have 150 channels instead of 10, and each and every one is sprinkled with asinine programing that has degenerated into reality shows promoting the most low-based, ignorant people on the planet. There is no humor. If the show isn’t crime, death, political machinations or idiots (yes, I did say idiots) searching for their 15 minutes of fame, then it is sprinkled with “on-air talents” more concerned with over-hyping their imaginary experiences, checking their Twitter status, or making sure each hair is in perfect place than with reporting the news.
Weather people no longer report the weather, they have catapulted into the star-studded stratosphere of computerized grafts, charts, and speculated paths of destruction creating doomsday scenarios of polar freezes or Saharan death waves of heat. Choose your own method of global destruction.
Movies, which at one time provided an escape with an imaginary jaunt to far off lands of adventure, no longer rely on good acting to transport us, but on computer generated imagery to amaze and daze with slash and crash, crash and dash, and crash and burn with evil possession, well, that one I can understand, we are evilly possessed by idiots. There, I said it again.
Hollywood has truly become holly-weird and daytime television is a true wasteland of misinformation comprised of 95 percent prefabrication and five percent fabrication.
Not for Nuthin™, but I really do miss those days of being sick and having mom make me chicken soup, my chest rubbed with Vicks VapoRub, and I could fall asleep to the likes of Abbot and Costello re-runs or slapstick Marx Brothers comedy.