The other day I was speaking with a friend who made a suggestion in jest – at least I think she was kidding. She felt that, as a country, it would be to our benefit right now to have a sort of government controlled broadcast of television.
Now, before you get all freedom of speech on me, let me explain.
I wake up each morning, go downstairs to make coffee and breakfast, turn on the TV and immediately get sick to my stomach. I don’t know about you but quite frankly I wake pretty chipper and happy, a fact that has annoyed the hell out of my kids for the past 19 years.
I really don’t need to hear the latest who-the-hell-laid-off-how-friggin-many-how-far-the-dow-dropped-faster-than-the-price-of-my-house-what-stores-are-closing-which-magazines-are-folding kind of ramble. I am a business owner, you don’t have to remind me before caffeine courses through my veins how lousy things are out there. Fear breading more fear. It’s a frenzy I tell you… enough!
Jeez! Where the hell is Willard Scott and the tango dancing, still working, walk five miles a day 100 damn plus-year-olds? Sweet Lord give me a Smuckers commercial to lighten things up already! The only thing that eased the load this morning was the ground hog that bit Bloomberg in Staten Island. (actually, that was really funny).
So here was what my friend proposed:
Leave it to Beaver, 24 hours a day.
For those who are too young to remember ‘The Beav’, screw you for your youth and here’s a little video. For those who are old as dirt like I am, tell me this does not calm your nerves. (Sue and Maddee, this is worth watching on a screen instead of a crackberry)
Your thinking it’s not such a bad idea, aren’t you?
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