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The ubiquity of reality shows is really increasing and I figure they're gonna be with us until the Zombie Apocalypse claims us all (except the few "lucky" enough to survive). The shows are quite hard to avoid, especially if yr little wife fancies a couple of them and yr wee baby steals yr remote and changes the channel to a random channel that happens to be broadcasting one, which, as I've already noted, are damn-near all channels.

COPS is the original and still the best. Time was, when I was young and stupid, I'd find myself feeling good about life, society and values like kindness, peace and honesty. Stupid, but not stupid enough to forget that in a mere half-hour I could snap myself out of peaceful, easy feelings by switching on COPS and seeing liars, thieves, deadbeats and cops going at it. I'd use it as a reality-check.

There's nothing one could use the show about that whore from the tattoo parlor or those cunts in OC, Long Island, Jersey or Atlanta for but something to have on in the background while hanging oneself.

But there are some newer reality shows that are okay, and for the most part, I approve if the jerks on the show are doing something creative, like cooking or designing. The cooking show I like is Top Chef, and it's cool to see both what those chefs come up with and to watch them lose their shit at the same time. The judging on that show is cut-throat, too, and that's fun. The thing I don't get, though, is that the producers can't leave it as a good show - NO - they have to go and make a "Top Chef Masters" show and pit master chefs against one another. If making them speed-prep oysters, cook an egg with one hand tied behind their back or devein shrimp with their eyes glued shut isn't enough, they then subject their dishes to judges -- three of the biggest fucking idiots on the planet ... FOUR if you include the "who the fuck is this person?" host. Master chefs being told their meat was too raw or too salty or under-seasoned. Seriously, unless it's a whole stack of cash and these master chefs' businesses are in the toilet, I can't fathom why they'd subject themselves to scrutiny by those dopes.

Yeah.

Tonight - Homestead.



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