‘Friends’
I’d like cunt the “hit” TV sitcom ‘Friends’, and others like it.
It’s been years since it came to its well overdue end, but, as it is shown daily on Comedy Central, it still holds the power to turn twenty-something men into cucked, feeble, needy, mangina faggots, and women into broody, conventional, lactating, vapid frumps.
Lets take the situation of Joey and Chandler. In the early seasons, all they wanted to do get laid, go to sports events, sit on their arses and watch TV. Like most blokes do.
Enter Monica, a colourless, cleaning-obsessed, insecure, neurotic rake with small tits and a gob so big you could practically sit in it.
At some point, she ends up fucking Chandler. What happens? He turns into a soft, spiritless, sprog-yearning, blank-firing shadow of his former self, controlled by his dictator-like spouse, raising babies that aren’t even his own. Nice.
And this is exactly my point, the TV shows and movies that are being pushed onto the public are rife with this banal, brainwashing picture-perfect, wholesome, happy family, child-promoting bollocks, completely devoid of creativity, individuality and originality. And to top it off, nowadays, it’s teeming with PC rhetoric, token minorities in the spotlight (because Muslims are just like us and can be funny too, you know!) substandard plots and even worse dialogue. Turning, what could be free-thinking, intelligent, young men and women into boring, uninteresting, production line, sound-to-be depressed and sexually frustrated zombies.
Nominated by Lord Cuntony
A recall Parliament emergency cunting for Matthew Parris who has actually said this in his column in the Times today
