Simply Put

I can’t begin to tell you what a relief it is to change

the channel on TV from the cacophony of partisan

political blather, to tune out the symphonic circus

of incredulous commercial crap which constantly

invades my sensibilities. Oh, to break away, to escape

for the day from the eye and ear barrage of nonsensi-

cal audio and visual buffoonery promulgated then

transmitted electronically onto the flat screen which

window invades, indeed stimulates this tumultuous

rage against all that is inspirational and decorous.

Folks, me thinks, indeed, something is rotten in Den-

mark. There is this perverse hops and barley distilla-

tion of disgust being brewed and transmitted into

my already fragmented and severely disrupted state

of mind. I have become inured, unduly infused, intox-

icated with the farcical fermented values of an addic-

tive society. Where is the sobriety, the unvarnished

truth and respectability? What ever happened to the

affable and amenable likes of Captain Kangaroo and

Bullwinkle J. Moose? At least through them there was

something of value to be learned while enjoying, at

times, a hearty laugh. I have changed the channel to

one of those “all music, all the time” programs. The

classical broadcast is sublime. As for all the other crap,

simply put, I can’t begin to tell you.

Chris Hanch 2-2-17