If This Is What Real Life Looks Like…

...then we're all screwed, blued, and tattooed.

I am a voracious consumer of television. I don’t know specifically when this bad habit started, I only know that television is a part of about half my normal day. I watch the news religiously (thank that non-existent deity for Fox) and The History Channel, and most sporting events (hockey and football) are about as close to a religious experience as I can manage.

My television viewing habits used to be quite selective, but this has changed since I have taken up residence with my new/old girlfriend. Her viewing habits are, shall we say, not quite as discerning as mine. This fact has led me to a whole slew of new viewing experiences that, quite frankly, cause me to fear for the future of the human species.

Why Do We Want More of These People Here, Again?

Oh, right....so that they can vote democrat, justify the existence of the Welfare State, and destroy the Middle Class by undercutting wages, and undermine the foundation of civility we have in this country, so as to make increased government interference in our lives necessary.

Mexican Drug Gangs force captives to fight to the death in gladiatorial combat.

Note the source of this report: a British Newspaper. This would never appear in an American newspaper, where the left-wing bias is so evident it practically jumps off the front page and smacks you in the face.

If this is what 'diversity' brings us, then fuck diversity. Keep these people on their side of the fucking fence, already.

'Mexican' is the new 'Jihadi'. Animals.

Civilization: Now One Reality Show Closer To Total Oblivion...

It just had to come to this, didn't it? You just knew that after a slew of 'reality' shows about women with no intelligence, class, or discernible redeeming qualities and possessed of monumental piles of undeserved-and-mostly-earned/stolen-by-their-ex-husbands disposable income, it was only a short hop-skip-and-a-stiletto-heeled-and-silicone-enhanced-jump to a show about clueless broads with a financed-by-organized-crime lifestyle.

This is now entertainment; watching scifoozas romp in a wasteland of mindless conspicuous consumption bankrolled by murdering thugs.

We already get enough bad press in these parts, thank you, because of shows like Jersey Shore, and because our so-called political leadership has the same relative level of intelligence as your garden-variety Chihuahua. If it wasn't bad enough to be a Staten Islander, and an Italian, and have to be thought of by the general population as a guinea-tee-wearing-wife-beating-ignoramus because of association and shared background, this pretty much puts the proverbial nail in the proverbial coffin and seals the deal.

It's embarrassing. It's difficult to see how this class of person (and I'm being generous with my use of the terms 'class' and 'person' here) can be recognized as the descendants of Columbus, Da Vinci, Michelangelo, Malphiggi, Augustus, Cicero and Marconi. It certainly makes the notion of Italian-Americans as decent, hard-working people who have no connection whatsoever to organized crime, difficult to defend.

The worst part: three of these broads are women you wouldn't screw with a stolen penis. At least two of them look as if they bought their last pair of shoes from a blacksmith. They answer the age-old question: why do mobsters have Goomahs (mistresses)? Probably because they get married to misshapen lumps of stupidity just for the lasagna and clean underwear.

You can practically smell the silicone, acrylic fingernails, and sausage and peppers from here.

Civilization just inched closer to total collapse the second some television producer decided this was something that America was just clamoring to see.