Television blows, you know? Movies might be worse, but only because expectations are higher. Albeit only slightly. Where are the Taxis? The Boston Legals? The Gone with the Winds and To Kill a Mockingbirds? You can’t blame the writers, they continue to crank out wonder and mystery and soaring tales of adventure. It’s not their fault.
Whose, then? Probably ours, yours and mine. We’ll watch anything. And do. We don’t care. Therein lies the problem. The indiscriminate viewing has to stop. That’s exactly what brought us reality television and Jerry Springer and Home Shopping Network. Don’t forget The WWF — as if we haven’t tried.
Let’s bring back Saturday morning cartoons, for God’s sake. Mighty Mouse, Huckleberry Hound, Casper the Friendly Ghost, the whole gang. That, my friends, was entertainment. Think for a minute: would you rather watch Housewives of Atlanta or The Jetsons? Rosie the Maid is decidedly more realistic than those broads. And is there any television as flipping brilliant as Looney Tunes? No.
Wait, I’m wrong. The Simpsons, they’re awesome and, yes, we still have them. The single feather in our cap. We can be proud we’ve kept them on the air this long. As for the other junk, no. We should be ashamed. Mortified, really.
Make amends. Bring back cartoons. Ple-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-ze.
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