Dr. Phil as Psychological Pornography

Saw Dr. Phil recently. Hey, Pammie has it on when I’m home on my day off. Ninety-five percent of my attention is devoted to plinking on my laptop. The large doctor made a “one hour” show out of maybe 15 minutes worth of real content. They preview everything, show everything, and then review maybe half of it.

The nasty thing about the show was that it was about a trashy, loud-mouthed married couple who yelled and screamed at each other and obviously had no inclination whatsoever to reconcile. I didn’t care, mind you – alright, that’s a lie. In fact, I did care. I wanted them to knife each other in the throat.

So Dr. Phil was working with them. Come to think of it, this was the second one hour episode devoted to Mr. and Mrs. Trash. They both demonstrated that they had less than zero respect for each other. At the end of the second hour of Dr. Phil programming, we all learned that the conclusion to this marital drama wouldn’t take place until NEXT FREAKIN’ MONDAY!!!

This is worse than professional wrestling. Dr. Phil was shoveling trash out there, these people were being bleeped at least 40 percent of the time and the rest of the words wouldn't have been allowed on television just 10 years ago. The only reason for airing this show was to appeal to the prurient interests of his lowlife viewers (a subset, I hope, of his total viewership).

It was marital counselor pornography and almost made me sick. Latch key children all over the country are watching this crap.

Well, gotta sign off. It's Monday and Dr. Phil is on. I'm hoping for the long knives.