Memoirs of a Cynical Twenty-Something

And so it happens again...

A Dance competition becomes a Popularity competition, who could see that coming.
Tom and Camilla were very good but clearly had no mark on Rachael Stevens and her partner Vincent. But does talent and skill really have any standing in a talent competition on the wonderful reality TV stage?

No... no it does not.

If you step back and take a look at all of the reality shows such as the X-Factor and Strictly come dancing then you will see they are not talent competitions but a mask for the same format as Big Brother and I'm a celebrity get me out of here. They are another excuse to groups a bunch of people together, put them through a rough time and hard trial for entertainment and then the one the public likes the most is who they reward an shower with praise.

It is bollocks.

It is time to say goodbye to these shows and I think we need to start phasing them out. They are not entertaining but merely a parade for the idiots. Look at Jade Goody, she has been flooded with millions of pounds, given columns and air time when really she should have been a shit slag factory worker living off benefits. I mean what is the point of people training to be entertainers and going to expensive performance schools when you can round up the cows and cocks from the shallow end of the steno pool and televise their behavior. If this is really something you call entertainment then why not turn your TV off and watch your friends eat shag and fart... it's the same fucking thing.

I for one call for the good old days of entertaining shows and talent competitions where the person who wins deserved to win.

Am I just a lone voice echoing over and over in a mountain range of pointless actions?

Probably...

ISM, is something we encounter everyday, it is at the supermarket, post office, bank and Nudie Bar. It is the reason we will die out before our time. ISM is never found on its own, it usually comes with 3 or 4 other things, these make up what type of ISM you can get. Race is one of these… Sex is another… Age… and in extreme cases Fat. ISM is short for International Sectarian Mabla, let me break it down for you. International means the world, all nations of the planet. Sectarian is a split and finally Mabla is a made up word of mine that means shit. So basically ISM is dividing our race and is a load of old shit. My father always used to say, “Never tell the truth because people will take it, bend it and fashion it into a weapon of mass destruction then beat the living shit out of you” but just this once I fancy telling the truth. The truth is I am all for equality, on all levels and making our race, humanity the only race. Unfortunately, there’s one problem, we are all different. We are different shapes and sizes; we are different colours, our skin and hair. We have different views, different dreams and hopes… so why should we segregate further?

In a world where political correction has gone mad we treat the term ism like a one night stand. We are so worried about being racist, sexist, ageist or whaterverist that we let it affect all our actions and even our thoughts. Here are a few examples; I was walking with one of my friends through the city when we came across a shop called Blacks. The first words out of his mouth were ‘that is racist’. No, it is not, it is more than likely the owner or original founder’s last name. I am a teacher and the ISM effect has spread within education, they are no longer whiteboards but wipe boards, blackboards are chalk boards… Ba Ba Black sheep is Ba Ba Any sheep… and Brainstorming is a banned term in case it offends sufferers of epilepsy. Since when did epileptic people have brainstorms… they have fits… It has gone mad.

It is time to end this political correctness infection and cure the disease of ISM…
… let’s use our common sense, well those of us who have it… This world would be dull if we were all the same, our differences paint a colourful world, let’s celebrate it…

I would love to gather up all of the plastic people on TV and in the public eye and transport them to a desert island where some sort of mythological creature from the tales of homer would come and devour them one by one until they had all suffered a similar pain to what I have to suffer every time I glance the newspaper rack in a shop.

I mean come on who gives a flying fuck about them?
Seriously... I understand nosy Marge from across the road gossiping about tom and his unusual fetish that occurs at midnight in his garden or the squabble discussing who's baby they think it is and picking the possible dad out of a line up. It's natural to be curious about the people you know as they have an impact on you.
You live near them! You drink from the same watering hole and have to shit in the same pot as them! You are a community... but why do we insist on placing these ridiculous Barbie and Ken dolls up onto a platform of glory and wait for them to fall off. If we are that blood thirsty to watch people suffer could we not just throw them to the lions and be done with it?

No, instead we worship them for a set amount of time, then we pick at them, bully them until they make a fault and then crucify them... after a while we may forgive them and let them have another chance to please us. I mean do we seriously get a kick from it? Pretending we are a king or queen of old and these people are our personal jesters?

Instead of the people who really affect us like politicians and journalists, we build up these dancing clowns, pay them stupid amounts of money and reward them for being assholes.

Who's amazing idea was it to hire Russell brand? I could do that for half the money they pay him, walk around like a complete twat, piss on everyone I meet and spread the seed of sexual infection amongst the masses. Coleen Rooney is another one, she marries a gorilla and we award her with a column and show. In the old days she would have been arrested for beastiality, but instead we chuck thousands of pounds at her and then still think it's okay to turn around and say... We need more money in the health care... why is petrol so high? I can't afford this...

LETS STOP WASTING OUR MONEY
LETS STOP WASTING OUR TIME
LET THESE DANCING IDIOTS GO BACK TO THE ROCK THEY CAME FROM...

Entertainment does not need to be torturing someone...

We claim we are evolved and civilized... perhaps some time this millennium we might be able to show it.