I thought it would take a million years before I ever gave up TV. There have been efforts to vilify the tube in my eyes. People who’ve taken it upon themselves to straighten me out; to save me from getting spoilt have been rolling off the belt. They hid the TV, placed it on the highest possible place so I couldn’t reach it, broke the TV…
Pointless to say, all these acts have been fruitless. Coz me and TV have continued our romance nevertheless. I still quicken my step when I know there is a hot programme on TV to catch.
So Sauron found a way to floor me.
You know how all these child experts are screaming themselves hoarse about the dangers of having children watch TV. They say stuff that gets me by the scruff and shakes the Reno Reines out of me. I have no fight in me anymore, I tell you. When an ‘expert’ says he knows for a fact that even the littlest baby will be affected by the violence on TV, I don’t know if I want to contest that. I mean I know like…one baby?
I hear even Telly Tubbies are evil. Timon and Pumba…forget that one. It was designed to appeal to the parents after the kids have gone off to sleep. The violence of Tom and Jerry is out of this world. And I know girls are s’pposed to be made of sugar and spice and all things nice but did you ever see chicks as mean as the Powerpuff Girls?
So here’s me signing off.