Ok. So, I'm
watching Good morning America. On a positive note, Ginger Zee, my favorite
weather person other than Sam Champion, is back, brightening my Monday! Then
they cut to a segment which ultimately cause me to turn the TV off.
Those Rembrandts
of reproduction, those poster children for home schooled delusion, those
poseurs of piety, the Duggars, are baaack! Apparently their network who I shan't dignify
by identification, decided that sufficient smoke had cleared that they could once again
subject America to this inbred Arkansas menagerie.
They were quick to point out that Josh Duggar, or as the nieces and nephews
refer to him -"Uncle feely hands", won't be on camera, but his long
suffering, serially cuckolded wife will.
What troubles
me about this whole circus is that, as a family, they harp ad nauseum about
their piety and strong "Christian morality" but have apparently sold
their collective souls to the devil that is reality TV. They will rejoin the
ranks of such other artistic icons as Duck Dynasty, Hillbilly Handfishin', 16
and Pregnant and Keeping up with the Kardashians, as if we needed another
example of selling out family for money.
It was bad enough that Daddy Duggar, who
is the poster child for "Anyone Can Breed", and has failed at
essentially every legitimate enterprise has attempted has fed his family by allowing them to become a televised freak
show of platitudes, home schooled cornpone ignorance and religious posturing. His poor wife, meanwhile, has become the subject of a new
Mother Goose rhyme , "There was an old woman who lived in a shoe, she had
so many children her uterus fell out."
The older girls
have said they just want to resume the show to "show America the power of
forgiveness and healing." What they
neglected to add is that they have no other skills for which anyone will pay
and TV is easy money, no artistic talent required. Remember that commandment
about false witness? hey, Duggars, that means lying!
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