One cannot affix their eyes upon any television set these days without laying witness to the profuse amount of garbage on it. To be more specific, reality dating T.V! Flavor Flav, Brett Michaels, Terrell Owens and now Chad “Ocho Cinco” Johnson, all seemed to have simultaneously jumped onto the “Mr. Sex” shit-show bandwagon. Let’s face it, when the camera isn’t running, Ocho Cinco is. Running a train, that is. Probably on some bitch named “Suzie-Suck-Me” with his whole offensive line. Can you say encroachment? Nobody’s fooling nobody here. It’s a damn orgy. You might as well have Chad wearing a crown of Laurel leaves with a bunch of scantily clad vixens feeding him grapes and ass.
Yeah, that’s exactly what we all want to see, right? Another millionaire who can’t get laid. He needs Hollywood, because being Mr. Money bags and having a 12″ nightstick isn’t enough points on his score card alone. I don’t know about you, but don’t ya think Chad could get the same results in the lobby of the Bellagio in Vegas?…What a putz.
What needs to be marketed is what people want to see—not what we are forced to see. That my friends is what T.V. is doing to us—brainwash style (clean brains!)…Why don’t we have a show that has one average guy with about 2 weeks of facial growth, a $30k annual salary and a single bedroom apartment? Couple that with 10 Mexican broads fighting over a chance to win him and their ticket to a green-card and bammm…success! Viva los Estados Unidos!
So, put on your tight-slacked pajamas, fire on the DVR, pop some fucking corn and call everyone you know…Chad’s going long!