The current spate of late-night liberal, woke, diseased, and decedent TV programming is shameful and decadent.
Although I can choose from among myriad channels, I find myself watching the Science, History, Discovery, and National Geographic networks most of the time.
If I can’t find anything to my taste among those options, I’ll flip on the Western channel, or an Atlanta Braves baseball game.
Reason: Sometimes American culture can be utterly revolting.
I’m also tired of the national TV’s obsession with the alleged American prosecutor scandals, which has quickly become a political football, thumped from pole to pole on the racial spectrum, whether it’s Fani’s fanny, Le “titi” James, and her sex toy and former special prosecutor, Nathan “Nawab” Wade—all of whom are deviants, degenerates, and perverts of the legal system.
If you don’t believe it, go check it out.
But I digress.
Back to the lack of positive TV programming.
Turn on late-night TV and get wholesome eloquence describing unsavory bodily functions—a plate of foul, unrefined fashion, adverse, vulgar, and hostile comments about Republican leaders, while praising and extolling the merits of Biden, Obama, Hillary Clinton, and other nefarious nabobs masquerading as Americans while loathing and despising the nation and plotting its demise.
Just in case you haven’t heard, gross-out entertainment is the hot, new trend. Take late-night sinister jesters Jimmy Kimmel, Stephen Colbert, and Jimmy Fallon—an excrement salad of unsavory, nasty, and seedy diatribes—all aimed at degrading American values and ethics.
Stomach it if you can.
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In the post-Adam Sandler world, commercials simultaneously try to repulse and persuade us at the same time.
Sometimes the spots are redolent with wit; other times they just plain reek.
- Bud Light: Two cash strapped dudes in a grocery-checkout line must decide between beer and toilet paper, a la Sophia’s Choice.
- Arizona Jean Company: a baseball fan is displayed picking his nose on the giant stadium-scoreboard monitor.
- Drug Store.com: An embarrassed, constipated, relief-seeking customer confesses to a pharmacy clerk that he is intestinally blocked. In other words, “the choo-choo cannot leave the station.” Solution: buy your laxatives on the Internet and forget about it…
- Imodium Advanced: a colon-corking medicine makes a queasy debut with a couple of stomach-churning commercials, one in which the launch of the space shuttle is nearly delayed because of an astronaut’s diarrhea dilemma. In another ad, the host of a radio talk show dashes out mid-question for a run to the john.
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And let’s not leave out the flatulence jokes and enema gags.
Apparently, TV writers have never met an organ or bodily function they didn’t like.
Even if it’s being portrayed as comedy of manners, it’s extremely bad manners, reminding us that social satire can emerge from the basest of spaces. The fact that many parents are now sending their children to etiquette classes indicates there is some concern. Of course, you wonder why children weren’t taught these things at home.
You turn on the TV, meanwhile, and catch liposuction infomercials and sexual dysfunction advertisements.
The more people pooh-pooh such humor, the funnier it is, it seems. It’s a reaction against taking ourselves too seriously.
It’s a reminder that we cannot always control our bodies as much as we’d like, can’t control our bodily urges and eruptions, and that’s really funny.
Every era has a clearly defined relationship to the human form.
And TV gurus think we’re living in an era when we can run naked and celebrate our carnal shells, which too often have minds of their own and speak for themselves.
Television leads the way in slowly changing our idea of what is normal and acceptable.
Look at daytime TV and get a vicarious dose of sex, crimes, scandals, rapists, and sleaze. If people watch this stuff, sooner or later they are going to think this is the way we should behave. Such a false perspective is ruining our culture.
If you watch the programs long enough, the sick and misguided seem normal. Nothing is too far out for our taste; nothing is too shameful or despicable. And the world’s a worse place because of it.
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Top o’ the morning!