November 4, 2019
I do not watch reality TV – not since I watched the
occasional segment of PBS’s An American Family in 1973. That all might change when Paying Attention’s
Chrump Family House Arrest proudly airs after Chrump and his entire
crime family are made to deliver the best reality TV ever, once the Chrumps are
found guilty of crimes against reality.
For not, no one here at Paying Attention watches that stuff. I certainly never watched more than an
accidental moment of The Apprentice or its equally absurd offshoot. Even back then, a mere momentary exposure to
the thing called Donald Chrump made my skin crawl, by ears bleed and made my
eyes hate my guts.
The team at Paying Attention prefers watching the news since it is
relatively less scripted – even the fake propaganda spewed by Fux News is more
worthwhile than fake reality TV. At
least the real fake news – as opposed to the news labeled fake by the fake soon-to-be-impeached president who believes any news that is not kissing his ass is fake – informs
you as to what is going on in the alternate reality of Chrump and his psychotic
administration.
Reality TV today is quicksand for the mind. The end of each episode is calculated to leave viewers drowning in curiosity, convinced that they absolutely must tune in to see what backbiting, angst, sexual tension, hi-jinks and mind-boggling idiocy the really real folks will be told to get into next week.
The key element here is – next week. You have a whole week to digest, ignore and/or recover from the previous episode. You also have sufficient time to reflect and perhaps decide that this is the most worthless heap of horseshit you have ever seen, forgive yourself for ever subjecting yourself to such garbage, and never watch another minute.Chrumpin’ Jack Ass, It’s a Gas
Despite the best efforts of the majority of American voters in 2016 and now the majority of the American public, we are all forced to not only watch, but to literally live, the reality TV that is the Chrump presidency – what Harry Shearer lampoons as The Appresidentice.
The reality show we find ourselves living in today (if you
call this living) is more like an episode of The Twilight Zone, where everyone
is sucked into a 1950s black and white Zenith console television. The Earth has been enveloped by an Orange Gas
Cloud that has somehow become President of the United States.
The Orange Gas Cloud has caused all of the laws, political
and social norms in America, and hundreds of years of progress (such as it is) made
by humankind seem like little more than figments of millions of desperate and
tortured imaginations. People are
walking around dazed, desperately seeking even a glimpse of the reality they
thought they knew.
This reality show is relentless. It does not give you a week to prepare in
between episodes. There is no in-between
for this unending episode. It allows you
not one moment of peace. It does not let
you decide to change the channel or just stop watching. We can try to ignore it, but its crushing
presence is always lurking, like a 16-ton weight gradually lowering itself onto
our heads, with us too numb and incredulous to move out of the way.
A nauseating-shade-of-orange gas cloud – no substance, no
form. No core, utterly untethered to
anything. It fills whatever container
holds it; if there is no container, it expands unceasingly. And keeps expanding unless and until some
outside influence can neutralize it. Who
you gonna call?
idiot with orange complexion and “hair,” loses his barely humanesque form, morphs into a toxic orange gas cloud, and becomes president of the United States of…the Twilight Zone.
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