Naughty Jester

If you came here hoping to learn more about genitalia or gamete producing gonads I am so sorry to disappoint. No, the reproductive organs of which we speak today are those organizations devoted to reproducing mind-numbing entertainment for the great unwashed. In short, our mass media.
We can find a thousand different ways to occupy ourselves, divert our attention away from the subtle realities of life. There is, of course, the boob tube. (Note to self: great business idea – boobtube.com, a helluva lot more enticing than Hulu.) Then there are movies – visual vomit splashed out of Hollywood for us to lap up like pigs at the trough. And of course, sports – high drama with story lines to mine our emotions like nuggets from the fecund hills. Let’s not forget novels and poetry – stringing words together into tales and whispered apropos of nothing.
And then there is that black hole sucking time willy-nilly – the internet (read Xtube, Ybook, Zspace, et al) which is giving religion a run as the preferred opiate of the masses.
Me, I think I’ll go old fashion and climb a mountain. Because it’s there.

How much time do you spend a day engaged in vicarious entertainment?