Your codger-like Coot clarifies why he shuns so many TV shows with a live audience.
One reason is obvious, the TV show in and of itself does not interest me.
Perhaps the TV-addicted will sit and stare at their TV even if the available programming holds nothing of interest. Coot is not TV addicted. Blessed be. Oh the horrors of being one of the multitude of TV droids allowing TV content to overwhelm the brain. Yuck.
The prime reason live-audience TV is avoided is due to the audience, worst at the start of the show but continuing onward up to the closing credits.
What does the audience do that makes the Coot cringe and stab at the control device that removes the offending material?
SCREAM!!!!!!!
Akin to a bunch of young girls on a playground.
SCREAM!!!!!!!
Not just applaud and perhaps toss out a few huzzahs. Nope. Cascades of nerve-jangling screams that pierce me to the inner-most aspects of my psyche.
I have wondered if, perhaps, alongside the “applause” light that informs the observing horde when it is time to applaud if there is a “scream your ignorant lungs out” indicator with more than a few audience members told to react to that prompt.
The noise of screams rankles me. Toss in the thought that grown adults are acting in such a childish ill-educated manner and that screaming is enough to drive me away.
Shudders envelope me at the thought that possibly the audience is screaming akin to a troop of agitated chimpanzees as part of their natural persona vice reacting to an outside stimulus they were asked to respond to such as a light that flashes telling them to “SCREAM!!!!”
Ughh.
If the shows’ producers are instructing the mob to do so I am reminded of an earlier essay concocted within the old shanty telling of Superlative Usage.
Late-night TV shows appear to be the worst offenders for having screaming audiences but I have noticed the screams at all times of the viewing day and night and the number of shows with audience screaming seems to be growing.
While mentioning TV…
What is it with that Wheel of Fortune game show?
Do those people ever tire of clapping? Assuredly the producers instruct the contestants and audience and the letter-turning Banana White dame to clap and clap some more and clap when there is no reason to clap and clap and clap and clap until I wish that rotating wheel would fly off its axle and crush every clapping fool on the entire production set.
Not that I would ever attempt to be a contestant but if I did happen to appear in front of that wheel, I would refrain from clapping. Even when told I have to I would say okay and…. not clap. Not when I shoved the wheel or a fellow contestant rotated the damn thing or when Banana smacks that letter-lighting board.
Nor will I clap when it’s time for a commercial or the credits are rolling or after any time the MC babbles his inanity or when the commercial is over.
Clap clap clap.
Endlessly.
Hasn’t the viewing public become so sick of all that damn clapping that enough have moved on to other viewing fare or decided that self-education and enlightenment from non-fiction reading is preferable?
Obviously not.
I am undecided which is worse; inane screaming or constant clapping.
Quite a few years ago I watched the Clapping Wheel Freak Show with friends and we would try to out-guess the contestants. One friend present consistently won. A couple times we sat in awe as he guessed the correct answer even before a single letter appeared.
The position and length of the word spaces along with the clue was enough for him. Many other times a single letter was enough for a correct answer. Truly awe inspiring.
But, with the past left behind and the Coot far from his old haunts and with Old Cootness resulting in no friends , not even acquaintances remaining in his “lone wolf” life, I can not tolerate that endless mindless clapping!!!!
Acckkkkkk!!!!!!!!!!!!
Some idiot just flew by at 11:20 pm riding a loud obnoxious motorcycle with either a defective muffler or none at all.
“Look at me,” I envision the thought within the rider’s mind.
Purposefully revving the machine to its uppermost rpm range so as to maximize noise output.
Maybe the lad wants to offend those within their homes, trying to escape the realities of life, to escape the constant noise of our noisy society.
Only to be intruded upon by some brain-dead idiot with no empathy, no thought nor concern for others.
Your Coot would keep the rpm’s down if I had had a noisy machine yet could not afford a decent muffler.
It’s merely common courtesy… a rare commodity growing by leaps and bounds.
Also, has the Herd noticed that there is a tendency for poorer folk to be noisier? Trashy folks also trend towards noise production, enough to disturb their fellow humans.
Some cultures also revel in noise. When I was immersed within California’s “Chicano culture” their tendency to produce noise at all hours was obvious. Enough noise to penetrate the thickest walls of any shanty I lived within and having the NERVE to even dare ask politely for the noise level to be reduced enough to allow one to sleep?
Maybe I will describe the effects of daring to do that in another essay. Friends and co-workers from that era and place had the same problem and similar end results.
With that I close and clap and scream to the world;
Screw diversity and multi-culturalism… especially when those types of folks are so damn LOUD with little to no respect for others.
Move those noisy folks out to where the elite class folks live since it is the elites that want them here so badly. Along with others of that culture already here who are either partially deaf or have been trained from birth to adapt to the constant noise at all hours of the day and night.
Maybe it is the immigrants of certain cultures keeping the Wheel show alive. Maybe the non-stop clapping reels in the noise-loving throng.
July 17, 2009 at 11:45 pm |
Just this morning after banging my knee off one of the numerous chairs scattered in the aisleway of the break trailer and scalding my hand with the fresh coffee that I had to brew for the lazy slobs who collect a diminishing paycheck here, I subjected all within earshot to a lengthy rant on the lack of common courtesy in our current times. How interesting to find your sentiments here today. The motorcycle thought is dead on, I once wanted people to “look at me” in my 20’s, yesterday on my way home I was next to a backfiring hog and all I could think was “get that noisy piece of shit away from me!”. At 40, my wife and I are more than ready to become hermits.
July 18, 2009 at 1:50 am |
If you become hermits the feds MAY consider your retreat a hermitage vice a compound thus reducing the odds of am swarm of jack-booted thugs invading to inspect you since you would be behaving outside the norm displayed by the vast herd of bleating sheep-like brainwashed citizens that are so often incapable of independent thought or action.
Now is the era to seek solace from the teeming masses.
With the current legal and illegal immigration rates the US Census Bureau predicts an eventual USA population of ONE BILLION with the number climbing exponentially.
Enjoy the elbow room, if you can find it, while you can.
The future looks bleak for those not wanting to live cheek-to-jowell with a thronging horde of scrunched together humanity.
A scientific study performed awhile back packed rats into confined quarters until the over-crowding led to anti-social rat behavior.
Fights, aggression and even rat murder occurred as the crowding increased.
Despite ample food available some of the rats commenced cannibalism, gulping down their equivalent of McRats or whatever term rats use to describe gulping down their brethren.
Of course, America’s elite class will possess the wealth and power to distance themselves from the life-style their present actions and in-actions are foisting upon the common folks.
Keep an eye on the scald. The influx of millions of illegals who bypass the medical checks legal immigrants undergo has brought rare diseases into the USA and those once rare or never-seen-here diseases are spreading.
Good luck with what reads as your contractor-type endeavors (break trailer) and if the opportunity occurs to become a refugee in your own country as happened with the Coot (forced out of my home state fleeing the horrid social and economic conditions caused by the elite’s “poster children,” the horde of illegal alien invaders) may a rural less-crowded place with residents possessing a civilized culture more prone to civility and common courtesy await you.
That place will likely have few to no “immigrants” of the type flooding into the USA these past three decades or so.
A well-known writer wrote about his escape in a series of short essays, along with essays about his attempts to assist immigrants of all types across the years and the realization of the futility of expecting assimilation from the incoming hordes.
You may have to copy and paste the link to reach the page of essays. Each essay’s title gives a fair to decent clue of the content. Some of those essays give ample proof to me that most of our elite class and many politicians along with many corporations and special-interest groups are traitors to the USA and its people and are engaging in class warfare!!!!
“Joe Guzzardi is a California native who recently fled the state because of over-immigration, over-population and a rapidly deteriorating quality of life. He has moved to Pittsburgh, PA where the air is clean and the growth rate stable. A long-time instructor in English at the Lodi Adult School, Guzzardi has been writing a weekly column since 1988.”
http://www.vdare.com/guzzardi/index.htm