This is my second full day back from Afghanistan, back with my family in Germany. Needless to say, it feels great to be home. Only one thing has marred my return experience: television.
In Afghanistan, I did have access to television, but very little. Sometimes a tv was on in my office, but the sound was usually off. Mostly, though, I didn’t watch any television.
My first night back, my wife was watching tv while I read at the kitchen table. The show airing was a reality show starring Shaquille O’neal’s ex-wife; apparently she feels the need to broadcast her dating habits to the whole world. More than likely, though, she needs more money, as surely the millions she scored in the divorce settlement aren’t enough to support her shopping habits. It was also very important that she repeatedly point out how young the males she’s dating are. Every fourth word or so uttered by the men needed to be beeped out by the television editors; todays 20 year olds’ vocabulary is quite limited and populated mostly by expletives.
After about 10 minutes listening to the destruction of my culture on television, I decided to lay down in bed and continue reading.
The next evening, MSNBC refreshed my memory as to why I feel like throwing a boulder through my television anytime that station shows up on my television. Some far left-winger was carrying on. Again, I chose my bed and a book over the blast radius of television noise.
I’ve decided that I missed very little from missing television for a year. The sensationalization and outright corruption in the media is an abomination. After my return from Afghanistan, I have little patience for such nonsense. Not that I’m against all television; today I fell asleep on my couch with my daughter while watching the Yankees play the Devil Rays.
My grandfather once said that television was going to destroy America. While that was an overstatement, it’s obvious what he was trying to say. And it’s obvious to me that my grandfather was right.