It would be very easy for me to start talking about famine and poverty here. So I will. Millions of people are starving, Richman is a fat glutton. See where I’m going? Yeah exactly; excessive indulgence is bad enough but in the climate of economic polarisation that pervades in the goddamn U.S. of A it is even more distasteful. There are literally (not figuratively) thousands of staggering hungry vagrants outside who can’t turn Philly Cheese Steak into heroin. Give them some of your food you fat fucking bastard.

I’m sure you all saw that little episode of bombastic rhetoric coming, but it was inevitable really wasn’t it?

What annoys me the most is that Richman graduated with a Masters Degree from the Yale School of Drama but he used his acquired wisdom to create a show that is intended to appeal to mankind’s most Neanderthal instincts.

Except it doesn’t, if you think about it. On a primal level we are driven to look after each other. Taking what you need to survive and leaving what you don’t is a biological imperative. It facilitates the success of our communities. The breakdown of the community isolates us and weakens us as individuals. We are pack animals; taking more than your fair share of the provisions is counter-intuitive. And therein lies the essence of my problem with this kind of programming. It stands in direct conflict with everything that has made our species so successful.

Given that we have created a system of cohabitation that renders us post-evolutionary, the advent of this kind of morbid gratification is not surprising. It is, however, inherently unnatural. This celebration of crapulence and its success as alleged entertainment is both alarming and lamentable. Man vs. Itself.

Anyway, that’s the extent of my ire. Tune in next time to find out why I fucking hate Blockbusters. Not really. I’ll let you know…

See ya there cool dudes.

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