To borrow heavily from Dennis Miller’s schtick, I don’t mean to get off on a rant here, but…
Enough.
Enough with the political nonsense.
Enough with the cell phone pics of places no one but your spouse or mistress wants to see. What on earth possesses anyone famous or in the public eye to take pictures of themselves naked is beyond me. The interest our society shows in these little sagas and scandals proves how nosy we really are.
Enough with reality shows.
There is literally a reality show for everything.
A husband and a wife with eight kids. Then, just the ex-wife and eight kids.
A show about pre-teen beauty pageant participants and their crazy mothers.
Cooking shows – and genres of cooking have their own shows, let us not forget the subtle and intricate differences between soufflés and crème brulees.
Reality shows about tattoos, motorcycle shops, people who cannot throw anything away (I believe they are called hoarders), athletes wives, desperate housewives (and the apparent multiple cities where desperate rich housewives reside).
Shows about bachelors and bachelorettes, many of whom shocking cannot get a relationship right while being filmed and thus return to said show for another crack at it. There’s also celebrity versions of this same concept with washed up 80s rockers and rappers.
Shows about people with talent and all categories of talent: singing mainly, then off the wall talent. It’s like a seventh grade lunchroom: “Dude, I can totally roll my eyes in a complete 360, then stick a spoon on my nose for 15 hours.” Someone get that kid from my middle school an agent!
There are also shows about people with no talent (eg, the Kardashians) who show us how tiring it is to do nothing all day.
There are shows about what to wear and what not to wear, makeup, hair, how to pimp your ride, how celebrities get punked, swapping wives and getting in shape, undercover bosses, high school football teams and high schools in rich areas of California.
Sadly, we’re only scratching the surface. Yet none of these reality shows is about the reality a majority of us see in our day to day lives. Why not make a reality show about politicians and what they do day-to-day.
Scratch that, it would be just like the Kardashians show, only somehow less entertaining.
Enough with President Obama’s solicitor general telling Americans who disagree with Obamacare to make less money as a way to get out of it. “Someone doesn’t need that much income,” Neal Kumar Katyal said. Americans who cannot afford rising gas prices and general inflation (while salary increases stay around 1-3 percent) might disagree with that notion.
By the way, polls show the majority of the country’s population disagree with Obamacare in its current state. Excellent pandering to constituents on Katyal’s part.
Enough of pretending to care about the national deficit. No one in office seems to actually do anything about it. Everyone running for office says they will.
Enough of the rhetoric. The national debt was $14,352,131,100,710.65 as of June 9, 2011 at 3:00PM. It will be billions more tomorrow.
That’s not a joke – the national debt has risen $3.96 billion a day since September 28, 2007. Your share, as of 3:00PM on June 9, 2011: $46,189.48.
Someone make a reality show about that: a person going to a bank or Washington and asking who to make the check out to for their share of the national debt.
Enough of the NFL lockout and the hypocrisy of it really mattering. It kills my fantasy football league and our message board, but we will all be OK until all the extremely rich and pampered stop fighting over how to split up $9 billion.
Enough of President Obama threatening to hold back funds on states that passed legislation to defund certain programs. Is this not the same as the argument that you cannot defund Obamacare, since elected officials passed it? Elected officials in states are just as important as those at the federal level. Stop making everything government owned and operated. Spend a little less time congratulating yourself on your correct ESPN bracketology picks. We would prefer a President who nails a solution to the national debt and unemployment while boosting the economy, not one who got 97 percent of his first and second round NCAA men’s basketball tournament picks right.
Enough pretending the royals in England matter. Two people got married. Happens all the time. They should have televised my wedding if you wanted entertainment. One of my groomsmen demanded a make-out session from nearly everyone in attendance. And yes, it was an open bar.
By the way, her name is Kate. Not Catherine. People quit changing your names in the middle of the game. You know what, let’s do that. I’d like to go by Vladimir The Impaler for the next five years. You can call me Vlad for short.
Enough of rich celebrities pretending care about fur. Enough of rich celebrities getting naked for magazine ads to promote caring about fur. You can just admit you want to be naked in front of a camera that isn’t a cell phone.
Enough of celebrities begging for middle class and lower class Americans to give to other low and middle class Americans who’ve just gone through a horrific natural disaster. I’d rather hear directly from those affected and have them tell me about their hardship than you.
By the way, let’s institute a celebrity-to-normal person ratio for donations. For every million they give, we’ll give $5.
Enough of Kevin James making not so vaguely similar movies compared to that of Ben Stiller and Adam Sandler.
Enough of cross-promotion. ESPN’s NBA Finals coverage being sponsored by “The Green Lantern” while Stuart Scott sneaks in his third “BOO-YEAH” in 45 seconds of highlights makes both my ears and eyes bleed.
Enough. Enough. Enough.
Of course, that’s just my opinion, I could be wrong.
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