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Let Me Sell You Zion
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Let Me Sell You Zion  This really struck home with me, I never know what I'm going to write about. I just start writing and it comes to me as I write. FINALLY FRIDAY! Hallelujah. Two minion free days coming right up. Mr and Mrs will be gone Saturday night, I feel a Netflix binge coming on. I'm so stuck on this series called The Last Kingdom and I've been holding off on watching the last few episodes of the second season so that I can savor them without interruption. Regular TV broadcasting has become nothing more than one long assed commercial with a bit of interesting crap between commercials. And it never fails that I lose interest in whatever I'm watching and either nod off or go do something else. Commercials are almost as full of shit as most politicians. My personal favorites are commercials for prescription drugs that list this nightmare array of possible side effects. "Sure we can cure that psoriasis for you, but there is a slight chance that all your teeth will fall out, your nads will shrivel, your eyes will bulge....." Really!? Well where the hell do I sign up? But there are two late night infomercials that makes me honestly wonder about humanity. One is for male pattern baldness. And this dude says, " I can wash this hair, I can comb this hair, I can mess this hair up if I want to mess this hair up!" or something to that effect. It's not really the words, it's this mans enthusiasm. There are lottery winners who are more reserved. Vanity, thy name is hair? Personally, hair is one of the last things I notice about someone unless it's nasty and stinky, and I think bald men are incredibly sexy. Nevertheless, I'm happy for this dude. His joy in being follicularly liberated is quite contagious and I would like to see him do another commercial, perhaps for Viagra. "I can soap this dick, I can swing it, I can get this dick up if I want to get this dick up!" The other commercial is for a place that treats drug addiction that is so completely full of shit that I used to sit and yell at the television. Now I just change the channel. But this Doogie Howser looking dick in a lab coat that must have belonged to Andre the Giant is standing there talking about how addiction can be cured. And he states that if you keep using drugs, you could be hurt, or worse yet, you could hurt someone else. I was married to an addict. I went through six different treatment programs and a stint in a mental institution trying to help him get clean. For the truly addicted? There is only one way to be clean, and that is to truly want to be clean. And you aren't cured of jack, you build resistance, you chose a different path. But one tiny slip and you are right back on whatever sauce you were willing to sacrifice all for. Having access to counseling and resources is beneficial, but it doesn't cure a fucking thing. They can lock you away until you are dried out, but unless you want to be clean, you are only taking a vacation. But the main thing that just slays me about that whole commercial is the statement, "or worse, you might hurt someone else." Jewish mother inspired guilt healing? That you would look at someone who is so thoroughly addicted that they are willing to risk anything just to be high, even their own death and try to convince them the worst thing they could possibly do is hurt someone else is about the most ridiculous shit I've ever heard. Most addicts have already been wounded so deeply by life that they have turned to being high to escape personal pain. And their ability to see or care beyond that high is limited at best. The wonder about humanity comes from the people who buy into such shit. I mean, they have to be making money in order to broadcast this craptastic sack of lies as frequently as they do. Not so much the hair guy, I get where someone's confidence and happiness in self image can be improved, and the product really is a good product. But that treatment center, and the others like it, how they stay in business is by preying on desperation. By playing on guilt, fear, doubt. There are no words for how morally reprehensible I find that. Well, the day is off and running and the minion have woken and are restless. We're going to play with finger paint today! Thank God it is washable. Peace to all! "Shall I tell you the secret of the true scholar? It is this: every man I meet is my master in some point, and in that I learn of him." ~Ralph Waldo Emerson   |
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PBS and local news. That's all I watch these days. I thought I was the only one that laughed at that goofy hair guy. What a putz!  Glad to see you toots!  When the tides of life are against you And the current upsets your boat Don't think of things that might have been Just lay on your back and float Ed Norton / The Honeymooners 1954
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Because I refuse to pay for TV...It's supposed to be free ya know...I get a limited amount of stations...Local FOX affiliate & CBS...Some stuff is entertaining...Gordon Ramsay is a Super Star...I do love watching food shows...Master Chef Junior just tickles me...DVD's are where it's really at...Plus a ton of the Tube of You...Can find some really interesting stuff...Including stuff folks pay for...Rehab, Treatment Centers...It's like the old joke...How many Councilors does it take to change a light bulb...Just one...But they really have to want to change...ION television can be fun too...Show called Saving Hope is a current fave...  
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Last time I played with washable paint, it WASN'T with a minion, though it WAS incredibly fun. Previously posted with her permission [image] Ex39s amp Oh39s Road Trip, on HNW Heavens to Murgatroyd [post 3312759] My Private Blog – Tell Me All You Secrets
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I've been watching some great drams series on TV over here recently. (bonus of no ads on the BBC). The Loch Ripper Street In The Dark Top of The Lake: China Girl To name but a few 
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