Posted on | July 18, 2011 | 2 Comments
There is such a thing as the “good ol’ days.”
There was a time when this sorta scum-sucking tripe didn’t clog the airwaves. When plastic surgery was odd and our concept of beauty was expansive.
A time before the augmented, homogenized, cookie-cut image became the ideal.
A time when we didn’t compete like ravenous hyenas over anything and everything or gleefully transgress decency for 15 minutes of callow TV fame.
The producers of this tripe are glorified leeches sucking off the pain and dysfunction of other human beings…and they are little more than self-satisfied reprobates who justify their immorality with the simple fact that they are making a profit.