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OH GO OH YE CABLE
Hut two, three, four. Liars, halt. Here you go, young man. Cable television for you and your lady? About eleven hundred channels for you to choose from. What's that? Excuse me? Are you telling me you only use one dozen channels and, as far as the rest are concerned, they are useless? Dozens upon dozens have the same name. Another name, another few dozen channels. Tripe. All of it. Worthless crap. Well, okay. But each channel that you choose gives you one half to one full hour of entertainment. That can add up to up to twelve hours of entertainment in one sitting. Correct? What? Excuse me again? Well. Yes. It is true. Each segment of whatever it is you are watching is roughly fifty percent filled with commercials. Here you go. Pills to take away your headache. Food to make your dog healthy. And of course, my favorite of them all. It is the pet peeve that dwells within my pet peeve for this week. So, time to reduce the time you have available for your viewing pleasure. Twelve hours of fun viewing is now reduced to six hours of viewing pleasure. You are watching a half-hour show. That's thirty minutes, my friends. The only thing is, it is only fifteen minutes. And the best part of it all is that you will be paying through the nose for this teeny-tiny zero moment of scant pleasure. Remember when television was free? And good? Remember Walter Cronkite? He was one of many. When he gave you the news, he gave you the news. Today, instead of one person telling you what's going on, there are two, or three, and sometimes five. And the news becomes a comedy show. The great ones are all gone. Johnny, and Milton, and Lucy and all the others. Poof. No more. Why? Not enough money. So, first, my personal pet peeve within this article which will depict today's pet peeve. It is the Pillow Guy. He wants to sell me his product and spends more time than all the good shows that show on the air. I have heard things about him I dare not mention, and so will not mention. Except of course in saying he is today's pet peeve within today’s pet peeve. As regards my real pet peeve of the week. It is this. The selling of cable television is, in my humble opinion, the biggest scam of the century. They offer you a myriad of channels, but give you only a few that are usable. Sheesh!
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