Impeach the Media – Part Deux
Last night, after the kids went to bed, the Dad and I watched the ending of Game Three of the Stanley Cup Finals. After a long day figuring out what the crap happened to our internet connection (for him) and sewing without the internet (for me), it was nice to have quiet and a game to watch. The game ended, and a WWF show came on. I asked Dad to change it, but he wanted to watch it for a few minutes. And I put up with bad acting from a giant. Well, after a few minutes, it got a little messy, so I got up to change it (which was okay with Dad).
“It’s either this or the fag on MadTV,” announced Dad. I saw a Grandma telling it like it is to her Gen-Y bimbo granddaughter. At first, I liked the whole “You are spoiled. You’re clothes are made of plastic” attitude that the Grandma had. But the granddaughter kept throwing kitchen appliances at her Grandma. It was all in good fun because the Grandma was really a young actor who was picking up furniture to throw at the girl.
“Weren’t we just watching this on the other channel?” I asked.
“Oh, yea, I guess so.”
So I closed my eyes until it ended. I think Dad changed the channel back to WWF, but I don’t remember. When he changed it back to FOX, the fag actor was making a bad impression of Steve Jobs who was supposed to be demonstrating a new Apple product. The fag made Jobs look like a klutz, and the skit went on forever. No dialogue, just dropping white boxes and destroying props.
Finally, that was over, and some show that I have never seen before started with this disclaimer:
The following program has two middle-aged women making out. Big time.
Thanks for telling me. But I was hoping it wasn’t true. The show was a little funny. They had some bad acting , but it was okay. Then they had a “Ask for Advice” segment.
Dear Show Host,
My husband and his ex-wife are still talking a lot. What do I do?
And this is where two women were sitting with a man between them. One woman got up. The man shifted to the woman’s seat. The woman sat in the middle. She put her arm around the other woman… And I closed my eyes. I heard whooping and cheering from the live studio audience. It was disgusting. I almost threw up. I’d rather express my dog’s scent glands than to watch two people of the same sex making out.
The kids were in their rooms, dreaming about apple juice and dinosaurs. I should have gone to bed earlier.
