| Television is Overrated |
| I normally don't watch TV anymore. Due to the fact that there isn't anything ever on. You look at how TV has changed in the past decade and you'll see why I hate watching it. Save for a few shows that still rock my world, like House and Family Guy, the TV world is just a bore. And not like American Idol-I-Want-To-Gouge-My-Eyes-Out-And-Get-Raped-By-Priests boring, I'm talking about 5-hour sermon boring. So what's wrong with television, you ask? Why attack the one part of sanity most working Americans still have, pretell? Here's why. Because of gay sports like NASCAR, and that six channels have to show the same damn Rams/Steelers game, and the fact that channels like MTV have nothing but shows about teens that complain to one another that someone or something might have given them an STD. Even G4, a channel I once loved for video game info has been turned into a romp-fest of the Jamie Kennedy Project and other shows that have nothing to do with video games. Miyamoto would be spinning in his grave, had he died from this news. The fact that I have basic cable at this point is also alarming, seeing as though the only channels I get in thic crappy one bedroom apartment is CBS and Fox, along with three religious channels that show nothing but pastors ramming pulpits. I have nothing against religion. I'm Christian, and this is about Television. At night, all I'm stuck with is Johnny-buttfuck-Tellall tell me that I can score a quick fortune by listening to his trainwreck seminar on selling the best vitamin in the world, when he neglects to say what it's for or what makes it the best in the world to begin with, and then I flip over to see Elmo getting a pat on the head by a computer drawn image of a bumblebee, telling him that the letter "H" is wonderful and the show is brought to you by the number 9. Dr. Suess must be creaming himself. And just when I think it can't get any worse, everyone's favorite fallacy pops on, the dreaded reality shows. God forbid, I plan on watching some 300 pound homo try to skip-to-my-lou and then flip to the Bachelor, where I have to try and believe that this guy, of ALL guys can't land a date. Maybe you see where I'm coming from. Maybe you still have your head up TV's enormous anus. Either way, you're buying into the limitless fabric of corporate propaganda that makes you believe that you need to watch this crap. You don't NEED a TV, it just looks nice for when you have company |