Monday, September 5, 2016

Life sucks, then you die in a game show

Since we all need a good dose of cynicism, gloom and doom, and full-volume, cry-me-a-river whining once in a while, a British web site offers this piece of tripe.

The sourpuss writer goes on at length about how life is like a rigged game show, so why even try? I hate facile comparisons of life, politics or sex (or just about anything else) to game shows. So I have no love lost for such woe-is-me wimpishness.

Game shows are just game shows, folks. Trying to cram them into a far-fetched comparison to make a pseudo-philosophical point is silly. And the linked column certainly checks the box for maximum silliness, not to mention maximum annoyance and maximum icki-poo.

Before he closes with a Porky Pig reference (honest) the writer quotes deep thinker Chuck Barris.
I came up with a new game show idea recently. It's called The Old Game. You got three old guys with loaded guns onstage. They look back at their lives, see who they were, what they accomplished, how close they came to realizing their dreams. The winner is the one who doesn't blow his brains out. He gets a refrigerator.
Last I checked, Chuckie baby hasn't blown his brains out. Maybe he thinks life is worth living, after all. He's 87 and still trying.

1 comment:

  1. He, Merrill Heatter, and Monty Hall are about the only game show packagers from the 60s still alive