Maybe it's that I am more often grumpy these day, or perhaps
it’s that I am more observant of the things that occur. Just maybe it’s because
the filter that set a five-second delay between my thinking and saying things
is gone. Whatever it is, I’ve discovered that some things just raise my ire.
Of
late, it’s been the “squawk box,” that electronic device that first made its
way into homes across America when members of my generation were still small
children, that’s aggravated me.
When we were kids, three television stations were available,
but our house only got two of them since a special antenna was required to pick
up Channel 26. Our favorite shows included “Perry Mason,” “Gunsmoke,” and
“Captain Kangaroo.” We’d even sit in front of a tiny screen and watch Cas
Walker’s program. By midnight the only things left for viewing were television
“snow” or test patterns.
Fast forward to today, and at the touch of a remote control,
hundreds of channels and thousands of programs are available. Stations never go
off the air, even if they have to sell air time to some guy peddling knives,
pots, pans, or all-natural vitamins.
How come it is that I can channel surf on most evenings
without ever finding an interesting show? I whine that “there’s nothing on
television.” It’s my truth because few of the most popular shows on networks
interest me at all. I refuse to watch “reality” television; I must live in a
parallel universe because none of those ridiculous programs resemble any of my
reality. The only salvation I find isn’t from the religious channels but from
sports stations.
If a lack of programming weren’t bad enough, stations seem
to be spying to discover my favorite programs so that they can cancel them.
Years ago, George Kennedy starred in “The Blue Knight.” Yep, they canceled it.
Ed Asner held the lead role in “Lou Grant,” and sure enough, it was canned. I
know that the Korean War had to come to an end, but many Americans were
devastated when “MASH” concluded.
Perhaps the most upsetting cancellation came when “The West
Wing” ended. Martin Sheen was the kind of president that the entire country
wanted and deserved. Sure, he could only serve two terms, but the creators and
station should have slowed the pace of the program so it could have stayed
around longer.
It’s cruel and unusual punishment to “can” a show that is so
popular. Many Americans plan their weekly activities around shows, or they
record them to view later. For years, networks have sucked us in with good
shows. Then, they subject us to endless commercials about insurance and beer
and erectile dysfunction between show segments. Just when we come to expect the
program to air, it’s moved to a new night, which usually means the program is
on its way out or it is being paired with a loser in an attempt to save an
inferior product.
These days, I’ve tried not to get attached to a new program
but failed miserably. I appreciate watching “Judge Judy” excoriate individuals
who choose to air their problems to millions. “Person of Interest” intrigues me
because it’s a show that might well mirror some of the technology that is
available today. “The Crazy Ones” is good because Robin Williams has always
been my favorite funny guy.
I know it’s only a matter of time before the shows I enjoy
are axed. It’s inevitable. Maybe I’d be better off sticking with PBS or MSNBC
shows. Their programs seem to have
longer shelf lives than other favorites of mine. What would be nice is
to have one channel that would air only the shows I’ve liked. Of course, before
long, the powers-that-be would begin cancelling canceled shows. It sure is
cruel treatment.
1 comment:
Joe
MSNBC has lost most of it's on air personalities because they acted like Sherman! ..or worse!
And you watch that stuff??
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