Sunday, June 27, 2004
Silly Sunday Talk Shows
I flipped back and forth through what Reagan called the silly Sunday talk shows for part of the duration of my first cup of coffee, eventually landing on a PBS show about Florence and at the time unprecedented construction therein as an escape prior to draining the cup, killing the power, and leaving the room.
Could they get more people on those shows who are not enemies of America? Stop importing aliens unfamiliar with the world as it is in 2004? Seeing discussion of issues can be interesting. You know, like exactly how to defeat the enemies of civilization, make the world safer and more prosperous, that kind of thing. There’s certainly room for disagreement on the details. Isn’t it a bit, well, rabid to focus so much hatred on one man that you forget who and where you are, and would rather endanger people and life as we know it to wave distorted discontent through the fabric of reality in hopes of liquifying the goals and principles on which he stands, unwitting risking the principles on which the we all stand.
This is why if I watch them at all, or watch the news at all, for that matter, it’s as a channel flipper, trying to catch the interesting bits while avoiding overexposure to antilife, reality-warping spewage.