Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Can we keep the loons away from Washington?

How do I know you're not sick? You could be some deranged lunatic!---The Fresh Prince (Will Smith), "Parents Just Don't Understand", 1987

We know Dumb Donald (Trump) is prematurely senile with some of his mindless remarks as he embarks on another futile quest for the White House. We know he's not getting the nomination from the Geezers on Parade next year, because a more sensible candidate will come along.

How do we know this? The other day, disgraced wrestling icon Hulk Hogan (real name, Terry Bollea) went on record as saying he wants to be Trump's running mate. With the baggage Da Huckster is dragging around, yesterday's mea culpa on Good Morning America aside, Hogan would actually sink the SS Trump------if Dumb Donald doesn't sink it himself, of course. Despite the apology on air, Hogan's not being welcomed back to WWE, at least not now. That's something for Hogan to settle with another senile old fool, Vince McMahon, behind closed doors, over tea and Geritol.

We also know that Trump will bow out after poor showings outside of the Northeast. He'll be toast before Easter.

And, then, there is Kanye West.

In a searing indictment of how low Empty-V has fallen, the network awarded the deranged West with the Michael Jackson Video Vanguard award on Sunday, giving West another excuse to have a microphone in hand and make a fool out of himself in front of the whole world. West claims that in 2020, he'll be running for President.

Yeah, sure. By then, he'll have long forgotten he'd ever said that. Some might say that West was on something on Sunday. Being married to a Kardashian bimbo would do that, if he wasn't already a few fries shy of a happy meal. 10 years ago, West ranted against then-President George W. Bush in the wake of Hurricane Katrina. Like Dumb Donald, West is more about promoting himself and the delusional world he's living in. Unlike Trump, however, it's clear that West's warped mindset is built around his being on pot.

Speaking of which, Empty-V rightfully was slammed by the Parents Television Council on Monday. The media nannies whined about the blatant drug use during the VMA's. I'd seen a headline online that said Miley Cyrus was carrying a lit marijuana joint. The nannies complained, likely, about how the former tween queen (ex-Hannah Montana) was dressing like a Lady GaGa wanna-be, as if she really needs to.

There's a reason people don't watch Empty-V anymore, despite the critical acclaim for some of its scripted programming (i.e. Teen Wolf). 31 years later the Video Music Awards are a shallow, hollow shell of its former glories. They'll only play videos during the morning rush, then waste the rest of the day with lame "reality" shows and reruns played into the ground. Viacom needs to find someone willing to take Empty-V and turn it back into what MTV used to be. Not that they'd go all the way and hire a new group of VJ's, but start playing videos more often. Never mind the internet. There are still some folks who don't own computers, and I know a few of them myself.

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