Cripes, you guys. I like to watch television after supper. I learned that from my dad and my grandfather. They liked Gunsmoke and Wagon Train and Bonanza. There was always a fistfight (the best ones took place next to a campfire or a swift river), usually a shootout, and sometimes there'd be the big one: a hanging. The drama was non-stop save for the commercial breaks when they'd try to sell you a Chevy with an incredibly happy family driving around in a car as shiny as you could get it in black and white and a huge chorus of people off-camera singing a snappy ditty that you couldn't get out of your head for days.
Those great westerns are gone now. Crime dramas with carcasses of victims too graphic for my taste have taken their place. So I tend to watch the little half-hour comedies about beleaguered dads who have gorgeous wives and kids who are smarter than both of them or shows about the foibles of the workplace where the characters remind me of people in my own workplace only they have better clothes and are more attractive and you only have to suffer their moronic behavior for a few minutes once a week. The laughs just keep coming save for the commercial breaks when they try to sell you a Toyota cruising the great expanses of The American West but you never see the driver. I'd probably buy one if I had the money and they had a decent jingle.
About a year ago I started watching left-leaning news shows after supper, not for entertainment or to learn anything but to reinforce my biases. I thought when the election was over I might give up on these shows but I'm afraid I've formed a habit. Right now I'm watching a segment about how the (still) President of the United States is in a race against time to further damage our country. It's just one outrage after another save for the commercial breaks when they try to sell you a pill for "male urinary symptoms" with some guys about my age drinking bottled water and driving past The Grand Canyon in a vintage Chevy from the Gunsmoke commercial.
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I knew I was old when Beaver Cleaver's mom started looking kinda hot.
Stop thinking of yourself as old! OK, the heavy doses of Viagra commercials during your favorite shows is, truely, a sign. But the power to remember the ditties from the Shiny Chevy commercials is an example of superior brain power! Watch the pendalum from your Esteemed Elder position: spy shows (no blood) were hot in the early 1970's, and the cowboys are back today on the big screen (where they belong), and those commercial songs - they keep recycling them from the good old days because the youngsters have no idea how to write a memorable one.
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