The Picayune Item
In 1951 my wife and I were blessed with a son. The same year we scraped up a few dollars and bought a small second hand TV. Since that time our house has never been without one of these marvels of electronic genius.
But what began as an informative, entertaining medium has become a vehicle of voracious market exploitation allowing about 3.5 minutes of “news” wrapped in at least 5 commercials. We pay for this intrusion that has invaded all channels we watch, and the station delivering the unending commercials charges the advertisers for time.
Do I have to watch? Of course I do. It’s a habit, like taking out the garbage. So I am a crank, and my noise won’t change a second of the problem.
Robert L. Willard