Finally, a time for TV.
I told myself after I got back in the country from a two-year stay in Taiwan that I will not watch TV anymore. Blame the bus I was stuck in this time: yes, the ever-hungry-for-passengers bus in the metro. The TV screen was flickering with images of Mike Enriquez with that nasal "Ghoo...goood ibning poh!"
I ended up watching the TV anyway, rationalizing I need news bits at least to be sane in my journalism classes this semester. I actually love the classes I have this semester.
I was really wondering whatever happened to our prime time TV news. It was full of crime reports. Mr. Business and Mr. Government were benched three quaters of game time, while MVP Crime News gets all the cheers and the time to make hoops and win advertising contracts for the news program. Hurrah! Here comes Crime News delivering a killer jumper and it went in! Folks we have a champ--blood and suspense, blood and more blood.
Disgusting.
It was really a great time watching the news: blood and blood and more blood; crime, crime and more crime. No wonder kids learn how to play with toy guns and toy knives faster than they can red or write. Yes, the TV is infecting the public with what it says and portrays. But hey, TV needs food. And apparently, crime news--an overdose of it--puts more food on TV's plate.
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