My Contact Message to the "Morning Joe" show 5-28-13:
"I saw something this morning that I absolutely could NOT believe. Was it interesting? Not very. Was it funny? Not at all. Was it odd? You bet it was. Odd, sad, disturbing, disgusting, horrifying and maddening. No, I don't have a video clip. You're the clip, Joe, you and your hideous gang of "Roman Centurions" crucifying the Mayor of Toronto like twisted, sick spectators and then YOU LAUGHED when the poor guy ran into a big-ass camera lens in the corridor (another in-your-face freak who didn't stop or apologize to the mayor).
The unfortunate man GOT HURT, you freaks, and his accident and physical pain ENTERTAINED you. Who do you people think you are? What you are is an embarrassment to the human race. In his worst day, The Mayor of Toronto couldn't begin to present a more horrible example of a twisted, perverted mind than the five of you. You should be ashamed. But my guess is that you're all so full of yourselves that pride is all you feel. Too bad for America and too bad for us all."
That's right, it took me a few days to finally put up and then complete this post because I have better things to do with my goddamn time than tell you a true life story about my trying to find some real fucking "news" on TV when all that's left of broadcast journalism are blowhard celebrity spout-offs like that fucking "Morning Joe". And, no, I don't watch MSNBC, CNN, Fox News, and that Robin what's-her-face on CNN Headline News because I can't stand the "rack rack" sound today's TV newswomen make. Plus, Robin, is it?, is not a newswoman. She's just trying to be "hot". Been there and done that, too many times. For me, that's yesterday's shit. Thank heavens for that.
Yep. I'm an old fart who wants "news" and that juvenile, "Oh, yeaaaah!" of hers just doesn't cut it for me. In fact, it makes me want to hurl. Oh yeah, Robin, where are the male news anchors? You remember men don't you? Those swinging dicks you bitches used to like? You know, before EllenDegenerate Degeneres took over the Obamanation America and made most white, heterosexual men obsolete? That's right, you ball-busting bitches (sorry, but this stupid fucking cliche actually fits) have ruined daytime TV. Period. And "cable news" today sounds like a "Mars Attacks" soundtrack run through a Vox synthesizer. Rack rack. Rack. RACK rack!
So, I accidentally heard a man's voice as I thumbed the remote and I stopped on this "Morning Joe" deal because I thought I'd somehow gone back in time. I thought Chet Huntley or Roger Mudd might suddenly appear out of a wormhole or something and tell me some news. Or at least Dan Rather, or maybe Tom Brokaw. But, no, it was this stupid "men's shit" show and they were whipping up a lot of hate against The Mayor of Toronto. When I saw what was going down I immediately took the side of the Toronto mayor.
The Mayor of Toronto could have been a contract killer from Vancouver, for all I cared, merely pretending to be the Mayor of Toronto, Ontario, and I would have still rooted for him simply because of Joe Scarborough and his aging rat pack of over-baked yuppie movers and haters. What a bunch of circus clowns. Only they weren't funny at all. Then I wondered what the hell that blonde woman was doing on a man's show like "Morning Joe". If anything, looking at her made it easier to endure this sick parody of television news and commentary. What I saw were four middle-aged men shitting themselves with blowhard pride and patting themselves and each other on the back while the Mayor of Toronto entertained them by mashing his nose into a girlie man's snooping camera snout (thank you, Arnold Schwarzenegger). What a bunch of pricks.
Jesus, I would have given just about anything to have been able to change the channel and find Diane Sawyer or Jessica Savitch or Barbara Woodruff or even Barbara Walters telling me how it was. Even that damn Democrat liberal Walter Cronkite. But, no, I was stuck in the present. It was either that Asshole Joe and His Gang of Anal Donuts or else that goddamn ridiculous Rack rack. Rack. RACK rack! shit. So I turned off the fucking TV and walked behind the mower awhile. I'd rather have my brain fried by the hot sun — any day — than have it filled with TV newshound shit. After all, dog shit is still dog shit and dog shit can never become news, no matter how long or how hard they try to feed it to you.
And, up yours, vampirestat.com and adsensewatchdog.com for trying to get me to click on your fake-ass referrer spam links in my Traffic stats. Basement-dwelling freaks who love smoking midwayer pole like you make assholes like Joe Scarborough look... well... almost human in comparison.
That's right, it took me a few days to finally put up and then complete this post because I have better things to do with my goddamn time than tell you a true life story about my trying to find some real fucking "news" on TV when all that's left of broadcast journalism are blowhard celebrity spout-offs like that fucking "Morning Joe". And, no, I don't watch MSNBC, CNN, Fox News, and that Robin what's-her-face on CNN Headline News because I can't stand the "rack rack" sound today's TV newswomen make. Plus, Robin, is it?, is not a newswoman. She's just trying to be "hot". Been there and done that, too many times. For me, that's yesterday's shit. Thank heavens for that.
Yep. I'm an old fart who wants "news" and that juvenile, "Oh, yeaaaah!" of hers just doesn't cut it for me. In fact, it makes me want to hurl. Oh yeah, Robin, where are the male news anchors? You remember men don't you? Those swinging dicks you bitches used to like? You know, before Ellen
So, I accidentally heard a man's voice as I thumbed the remote and I stopped on this "Morning Joe" deal because I thought I'd somehow gone back in time. I thought Chet Huntley or Roger Mudd might suddenly appear out of a wormhole or something and tell me some news. Or at least Dan Rather, or maybe Tom Brokaw. But, no, it was this stupid "men's shit" show and they were whipping up a lot of hate against The Mayor of Toronto. When I saw what was going down I immediately took the side of the Toronto mayor.
The Mayor of Toronto could have been a contract killer from Vancouver, for all I cared, merely pretending to be the Mayor of Toronto, Ontario, and I would have still rooted for him simply because of Joe Scarborough and his aging rat pack of over-baked yuppie movers and haters. What a bunch of circus clowns. Only they weren't funny at all. Then I wondered what the hell that blonde woman was doing on a man's show like "Morning Joe". If anything, looking at her made it easier to endure this sick parody of television news and commentary. What I saw were four middle-aged men shitting themselves with blowhard pride and patting themselves and each other on the back while the Mayor of Toronto entertained them by mashing his nose into a girlie man's snooping camera snout (thank you, Arnold Schwarzenegger). What a bunch of pricks.
Jesus, I would have given just about anything to have been able to change the channel and find Diane Sawyer or Jessica Savitch or Barbara Woodruff or even Barbara Walters telling me how it was. Even that damn Democrat liberal Walter Cronkite. But, no, I was stuck in the present. It was either that Asshole Joe and His Gang of Anal Donuts or else that goddamn ridiculous Rack rack. Rack. RACK rack! shit. So I turned off the fucking TV and walked behind the mower awhile. I'd rather have my brain fried by the hot sun — any day — than have it filled with TV newshound shit. After all, dog shit is still dog shit and dog shit can never become news, no matter how long or how hard they try to feed it to you.
And, up yours, vampirestat.com and adsensewatchdog.com for trying to get me to click on your fake-ass referrer spam links in my Traffic stats. Basement-dwelling freaks who love smoking midwayer pole like you make assholes like Joe Scarborough look... well... almost human in comparison.
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