The inspiration for this brief bitter tirade was inspired by a quick glimpse at the new reality show featuring Britney Spears and Mr. Spears. I didn't think, in all honesty, that "Reality TV" could possibly get any worse. After a few minutes of listening to/watching & gaping in slack jawed wonder that culminated in my holding back a severe bout of the dry heaves, I was proven wrong. Boy oh boy, was I ever proven WRONG. I couldn't believe my own eyes as these morons made with dispensing words of wiz-dumb for other morons, who in all likelihood think this pair of none-too-bright lovebirds have something intelligent to say.
This was Junior High Philosophy 101. I've never thought Brit was bright. I know for a fact now that she is as deep as a soap dish in all matters philosophical. I don't think that Hubby's ever going to accused of fomenting any intellectual revolution either. He did seem to be smarter than your average paving brick but not quite as bright as a small appliance bulb. It was all I could do not to pull a pistol and do an Elvis number on the old Panasonic.
Day in, day out, video after video, song after song, insipid special after special about some star's car, house, plastic surgery, making of their new record, trend after trend nauseating trend, we get bombarded from every angle by your local friendly neighborhood media outlet about that latest greatest thing that we just can't live without. And if you can seemingly live without it, the self-same friendly neighborhood entertainment propaganda pusher will try to make you ponder why you would want to and if your life is really worth living without it.
The mediocre pablum that is shoved down your throats like geese being prepped for foie gras is the entertainment you want and the entertainment you get. And boy, do you get it in more ways than one (in some ways that require KY or other forms of lubrication). Just can't get enough Britney Spears??? Well, the record companies ring a bell, and here comes the great unwashed in a Pavlovian frenzy buying up the likes of Jessica Simpson, Hillary Duff, and whoever else has-been nominated flavor of the week, just to be sure that you get the message that this week's untalented femme singers are what's happening Baby! - although the real message being spelled out is that you are a battalion of credit-card-waving dumb asses who have been made increasingly name conscious by incredibly wealthy & powerful MEGA $$$ promotional machines that point their greasy talons at who and what they want you to buy and laugh all the way to the bank as you do your impression of a lemming with a Mastercard.
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