Thursday, November 2, 2017

I've become a TV junkie


When I left South Africa at the end of 1970, there was no television there.  And that is probably the reason why I’ve never been much of a television watcher.  When people talk about The West Wing or Game of Thrones, etc., I have no idea what they are talking about.  I don’t know what these series are about nor who is starring in them.  It appears that I’ve been missing something important.

Historically, almost all my TV watching was either sport or news.  And even then, it probably amounted to only a few hours a week.

But now . . . .

I jump out of bed in the morning to see what Trump (or SCOTUS as I call him) has done now.  Each day I think he can’t top what I’m seeing, but every day he outdoes himself.



And in the evening, if I miss Rachel Maddow at eight, I wait up until eleven to catch up on the circus.

I am addicted.  And it’s getting worse.  First, I needed one SCROTUS fix a day.  Then two.  Now I’m twitchy if I don’t take a midday peak as well.

I’m like a kid waiting for his next Superman comic book – eager to see what impossible feat comes next.  I just wish there was a SCROTUS comic book, because he would outdo Superman.  He is the smartest, has the best memory, is the best lover, is the greatest president since . . . sorry, the greatest president ever.  If only he could fly.


And unlike Superman, SCROTUS has the ability to make those around him become like him.  Just look at the prowess of KellyAnne Conway, Sean Spicer, and Sarah Huckabee Sanders.  The taller the tale, the straighter the face.

And SCROTUS surrounds himself with talent like his own: his sons and Paul (3-passport-and-200-bank-account) Manafort and Michael (I-never-spoke-to-the-Russians) Flynn. Even stolid Chief of Staff Kelly has taken water and started using flowery and dubiously accurate rhetoric.

And then there is SCROTUS’s protégé, Jared Kushner: son-in-law, Middle East expert, swamp-drainer extaordinaire, government fixer-in-chief. 

You can’t make this up.

You just can’t make this up.  And if you did, your editor would put a red line through it and write three red question marks in the margin.

But I have to stop now. 
Time for another fix.

3 comments:

  1. Having spent a few weeks in the US, I absolutely understand Stan's addiction. The only point in his blog with which I take issue is that SCROTUS can't fly. Of course he can! He just hasn't tweeted it yet.

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  2. Stan, the current political situation has had exactly the opposite effect upon my appetite for the news. I stopped watching it on TV during the VietnamWar, but I have been an avid follower of NPR News (three or four hours a day) on the radio until the last Presidential race. From the primaries on, I could bear very little of what I was hearing. If I had had to see it, it would have put my blood pressure through the roof. Now I listen to the hourly news (five minutes) once, max twice a day, and and instead of Chlorothiazide, I dose myself on binge watching movies and great TV series. I know you own all the episodes of The Newsroom. Watch the first ten minutes of Episode One, season one. You will become addicted. It will be Methadone to your Trump addition and much better for your health than constant doses of SCROTUS. I promise you.

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  3. My name is Jeffrey, and I too am an addict. It's frightening. It's surreal. It's Amerika.

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