Monday, August 26, 2013
Name that Rapist!
Taste and its Americans
-Name that Rapist!
-They’ll let that go through?
-I hope and pray in the interest of truth and quality.
-Or something.
-Whatever.
-How discrete is the rape?
-Very. About as graphic as we can get away with. And longgggg.
-Then, the panelists?
-Split into teams of two. Speak first to Examining Magistrate.
-What’s this, French or something?
-Well, they’ll all be the detectives, so we’re employing
a literary device of sorts.
-People will swallow that?
-We think so. Anyway he gives them legal background to rape--
clay models. And describes the suspects. Then each team gets to
quiz them.
-Any torture?
-Some. We ARE Americans.
-Who are suspects?
-Preliminary list: a meticulous doctor, brutal entrepreneur, body builder...
-Six pack for the ladies?
-And doorstop dumb! College poet. Bookbag, bicycle,
endless line of shit for adoring coeds.
-I hate those creeps!
-And insurance man with some odd policies.
And, of course, a minister.
-Scarlet, you left your letter here!
-And on and on.
-A lot of edge, but where’s the twist?
-It’s a female doctor.
-But how can she?
-You’ll find out when the whole bunch forcibly strips her!
-That Nielson’ll shoot off the chart! But, in the interest of
Science and Detection, how much can you show?
-Everything. Since our motives are pure! Plus we got
one hairy actress, or actor--of pubic interest to say
the least.
-Well, I got enough of the whole sordid picture.
One last question: You done a lot of TV, awards all over
this office, why on earth...?
-This Monster? In its debased, even subterranean taste,
even for TV, it should kill off Reality Shows for all time!
-Altruism! I knew you had it in you!
-Somebody had to do it!
-Rest in Peace, Smarmy Genre!
Labels: American, Neilson, reality TV, taste
