Wednesday, August 27, 2014
There is nothing but trash on the television!
Cookie is simply vexed by Comcast.
Because we just barely live in the city of Baltimore, our taxes are double those live in the houses across the street. Our insurance on our cars and home are double what we would pay if we just lived 300 feet north of here in Baltimore County.
And we would be rid of our Mayor, Stephanie Rawlings Blake, who is a wretched excuse for a mayor and sterling example of a micromanager and control. On the other hand, Baltimore County has this yutz named Kevin Kamenetz, and he's just bullshit rip off artist shyster. But, if I had to be stuck in an elevator with the two, I would have to pick Stephanie because bitch would get us out.
Anyway, we are stuck with total trash on TV because we can only have Comcast television in the city of Baltimore. And that sucks, because it is nothing but trash TV. And it's outrageously expensive. When I called today to complain the price and the selection, do you know the Comcast employee said?
"You could upgrade to the Premium Sports Package with the NFL, NHL, MLB and," he says moving in for the kill, "Tennis Network."
At least with the UFC channel I get to watch sweaty men humping each other. Who the dickens watches Tennis anymore? The last tennis match I watched was a game of PONG on a Magnavox in Marion, Ohio when Jimmy Carter was President.
And contrary to what Mr. Peenee says, at some point too much porn gets terribly rote. Unlike like the days of Joe Gage's classic art films that told a story, we have reverted to the pre-Gage era of two men meet, take out their dicks, give bad oral sex to one and other (Thank GOD Al Parker isn't alive to see the bad fellatio that permeates modern art films) and then they have coitus, that goes on f...o...r...e...v...e...r in a fashion that makes Henry Ford's assembly lines look terribly inefficient. Cookie is terribly bored by an art film that is nothing "butt" homosexual coitus. Hell, at this rate, an Operating Engineers training film on pistons and pistons sleeves has more plot to it than anything starring Colby Keller or that vile Dale Cooper.
So here I sit, nothing but trash on the television and yammering away. Such is life, no?