A Modern-Day 'Lady or Tiger'
First, it was citizen journalism, now THIS?
They are seemingly everywhere across the vast landscape of prime-time television: reality ?performers,? hordes of wanna-be stars, most with no talent beyond a seeming willingness to do anything to get on camera... there may be as many as 1,000 reality participants on television at any given moment.
I bet the SAG is a might annoyed, right about now.
However, I think we should look at this positively, and see how we can turn these lemons into
a yellow liquid lemonade. After all, if the author is correct and there are like maybe 1,000(0) Reality TV Star wannabes on the toob, we are faced with a unique opportunity to address some various problems facing our planet, while providing entertainment for the masses of couch potatoes out there. Like killing two birds - or (9,)999 - with one stone, so to speak.
After all, despite the controversial leakage of some not-so-flattering documents recently, we all know that Global Warming represents the Single Greatest Threat to the Planet since
Global Cooling the Great Furby Invasion of 1998 inability of the Mayans to count past 2012. Common sense tells us that, despite the promises of "Cap & Tax Trade" and other government programs, the only way to realistically address this threat is to drastically reduce the number of people on the planet. Well, here is our opportunity to take a decisive step.
The premise is simple: "eliminations" on Reality TV shows have to actually eliminate people - and not just from the show. Contestants don't get voted off the island: they get voted off the planet. If your dish doesn't measure up to snuff, you will be snuffed. If you don't get one of Flavor Flav's clock-necklaces, your time is up. For realz. And Hell's Kitchen would take on a whole new meaning, if each week a contestant were cast into the Fiery Furnace.
Just think of it: we could have entertaining shows such as Survivor: Volcano Island. And For the Love of Your Life. And Last Chef Standing. The Next Food Network Star could be filmed in the jungles of Papua New Guinea, with the losing contestants joining their failed dishes in the community pot.
And, in the event that the new rules caused folks to become squeamish about seeking their 15 Minutes of Fame, we could simply recruit contestants from the prisons which are pretty much bursting at the seams. Condemned inmates could be offered a 1-in-13 chance of a life sentence (without parole, of course.) For those not on death row it might be a bit more difficult, but maybe we could give them the choice of either being a contestant, or spending the next 5-10 with Sheriff Joe.
Just think of the possibilities.
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