Congress is Just a Reality Show
I admit it, enjoy reality TV. I can watch pseudo celebs screw up in ways I never imagined could happen in a life or see a win and cheer my guy or gal on. I also love when they say something or react to a situation in an awesome way. A way I like to think I would. Flava Flav’s “WOW!” has now become a mantra for me.
Recently, someone got me hip to the newest in reality TV: cable news. And my favorite star is Democratic Rep from Florida, Alan Grayson. The storyline has it all. It’s like The (Capitol) Hills. I finally got to see the quiet friend always taking the crap of the best frenemy put the douche in their place.
It’s that moment where New York gets a gob of spit in the face, the moment Omorosa gets fired, any moment Whitney Houston says, “Hell to the naw!”, It’s entertainment nirvana, the first Real World. Okay, perhaps that’s a bit much but still damn entertaining. Enjoyable, the way seeing a prostitute is. It’s fun, but you don’t want your family and friends to know. Isn’t that what Congress is, at the end of it all, anyway? You get all hyped up for something good to happen. Then you spend a lot of money, get a cheap thrill and end up paying a higher price than you thought you would to end up with just the way you began, except you’re pockets are a lot lighter. I won’t even mention that dirty after feeling or the guilt.
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