Reality TV programming

I've been sitting here giving some thought to how we could clean up the airwaves and also improve reality TV.

We have a great deal of nasty, vulgar and useless people eating up more than their "15-minutes of fame" who just need to go.

With that in mind, I have an idea. Since all of us are guilty of flipping through the channels surfing for something worthwhile and stopping on moments of TV from time to time, I propose that we combine these into a new type of TV.

Offering no warning to the "contestants" selected in an attempt to clean up TV and make it more family friendly, they will be kidnapped from their shows and shoved into the "Channel Surfer" show where they must instantly learn to cope with whatever situation into which they are thrust with the click of a button.

The losers are gobbled up by lions in the Serengeti or nibbled by pythons in the Amazon rain forest or maybe even launched into space on the OUTSIDE of a rocket to the moon. And they are penalized heavily for using foul language, vulgar gestures and terminology not fit for Grandma.

The possibilities are endless in terms of how we can remove or redeem the foul persons from TV!! Those persons unable to cope are gone and TV execs immediately have to choose to do better or they could well be next! How delightful!

Imagine... one moment, we are watching a program on the circus and the hapless celebrity is tangled up on the high wire in a pile of chairs. Then - WHOOSH! The channel clicks and they find themselves receiving the football on the 5 yard line in an arena football game in Florida! Just as they are about to take a wicked hit, they are plunged into the depths of the ocean to wander through the remains of the Titanic without a diving bell!!

Muuahahahahahaha!

This could all be a delusion brought on by pain medicine. . . I'm not sure at this point.

But can you imagine someone as nasty as, oh, say Kathy Griffin blubbering along as she attempts to navigate some pretty hairy situations that are made worse everytime she either swears or plays the 'celebrity card'?

It's just too delicious to contemplate. Of course, that means I must need to put my leg up to stop the throbbing that accompanies the clicking sound I am feeling in my head which is actually my pulse and NOT the buttons on the remote control switching things up for people who aren't really here.

Too bad... it kind of fun thinking of the pampered and spoiled dealing with some reality without a celebrity lawyer to negotiate their way out of the quicksand.