Before we get started, pour yourself a tall one of This is Life, mixed not stirred, with the flavor of choice: Fox News, CNN, MSNBC or PBS. With that out of the way, let us move to the main course.
Grab a healthy slice of WWE Raw and knead with Survivor. Mix in a dallop of Big Brother and a bit of The Amazing Race. Blend until it consists of The Voice along with a tinge of American Idol. Sprinkle in The Real Life and a dash or two of Fear Factor. Garnish with The Apprentice. Bake and bank it like America’s Got Talent.
For dessert serve, hot or cold, The Bachelor or World of Dance (you may substitute Dancing With the Stars or So, You Think You Can Dance).
What you have concocted is the hottest dish on television this year, breaking all ratings and blowing up the Nielsen boxes – the reality hit – The Prez, starring Donald J. Trump and a host of snakes and gators slithering through the swamp.
So, Who Wants to be a Millionaire?
We should have seen it coming. The critics should not be surprised. But in such a relatively short period of time it may have caught us all off guard.
Less than four score years ago, the first television President burst on our black and whites. John F. Kennedy became a matinee idol to Richard Nixon’s five o’clock shadow of a villain in the making.
Bill Clinton took late night TV by storm and even rocked out MTV.
Barack Obama tapped into the new internet medium, but soon a new nerd came along to dominate social media – Trump. On our smart phones, our tablets, laptops and PCs, not to mention our flat screens, Everything’s Turning Up Trump!
The American viewing public is eating up as The Donald takes on the Main Stream Media and rubs the Dems and even his fellow GOPers noses in it.
Americans have become insatiable. More Facebook videos. More Twitter. More Youtube cinema masterpieces.
Howard Stern may be the king of all media, but Trump is the master of the medium of social networking.
America, you asked for it – you got it.
Those 24-hour news networks have fed the monster and shot it up with hormones, resulting in the award winning show of our first Reality Television Presidency.
Now the national press corps complains about the Frankenstein it aided the American public in creating.
Yet in the Heartland, in the Cornfield, people tune in to catch the highlights, but go back to living their lives. Folk here tend to care more about a job, paying the bills, living life, putting food on the table.
While the Coasts can’t get enough of the Beltway action.
The Heartland yawns.
From the Cornfield, how long will the show run?
Will it crash and burn early with an impeachment to boost ratings?
Tune in tomorrow – same Bat channel, same Bat time.