Luther: Nailing a treatise to the house of the glowing idiot box

I despise television. I find it to be a massive waste of time. If it were not for my wife’s insistence I wouldn’t have cable. Sure I’d miss watching my Reds and my Buckeyes, but it would keep me from the temptation. You see, despite my firm belief that television’s sole purpose is to turn my brains to mush so they are more delectable for the aliens, I am more than willing to sit in front of the damned machine for hours on end. Thanks to the likes of DVR and Netflix I have eliminated the need for commercials, but I can’t get away from the simple mindless pleasure. Since my wife insists on paying for cable, or rather Direct TV after all why just watch TV, I have been able to leave behind the trash the big four networks have deemed worthy of the masses. Instead I sift through so many channels I can’t even count them and only subject myself to the finest in mind-numbing production.