Thank goodness my grandparents are not around to see today's prime time television programs! Back in the mid-fifties, we had 'Leave It To Beaver' today, unsolved who's YOUR daddy is the DNA theme for The Maury Povich Show. 'American Bandstand' (1954) gave us a glimpse of teens dancing and strolling to pop songs. In 2013, I see more than a glimpse of half-naked (scantily dressed) gals rub against male partners on 'Dancing with the Stars' with my wife and grandkids in the same room.
I personally laugh my butt off at the sitcom 'Two and a Half Men' but I can't imagine that it airs at the traditional family television viewing time of seven o'clock! Two & a-Half Men themes completely ignore subtleties or innuendos; it is suggestive soft porn. Today's reality T.V. shows confirms the below average brainpower of the American public. What could possibly be further from reality than a Bachelor dating twelve women and dramatically dismissing them one-by-one until he chooses a chick to whom he proposes, on the final episode, in a conveniently allotted length of time, which coincides with a television series season's end. What snappy-neat timing!
Commercials bring both good news/bad news. The good news lies in the fact that within a thirty-minute television program we now have 12 minutes of commercial advertising, which leaves only 18-minutes needed for goofy plotted one-liners filled with canned laughter programming. We are pestered to consume, consume and then consume more. If we acted on even a small percent of the television ad-pitches, we would be a bunch of obese fat asses with drug addictions; whoops!...come to think, we are fast approaching both markers! Most young people would find it difficult to believe that back in day occupations such as medical doctors and attorneys were far too professionally pristine to stoop to the tawdry elements of 'advertising' as a means to stimulate business! I recently had a family doctor tell me that thirty percent of his prescription writing is the result of patients requesting 'some drug' seen on television.
A couple years ago, I heard a sweet voice pitch on television that suggested that I should contact the Heritage Plan to send money and take care of my own funeral plans-costs. I thought at the time, I won't do that!! I may plan for a vacation and I may pay for and pump my own gas but my kids can take care of the internment of my ass!
Lo' and behold!...Last summer, Gerry and I made our final funeral arrangements and paid for the privilege! Cody & Sons Funeral Home (Jacksonville) gets Mel because they promised to make me 'look good for once 'and Williamson-Airsman-Hires Funeral Home is tabbed by Gerry; she said she wishes only to spread the business in Jacksonville. Both of us will be delivered to Sunset Hill Cemetery (Edwardsville, Illinois) and placed in newly constructed outdoor mausoleum; east side; third row up at Northeast corner 'slip.'
Come visit us in Decatur before we move!
I wonder if some of us can become bit-actors on hit series, 'The Walking Dead?'
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