How about this.... Stop with the fucking reality shows. I am so sick of this fucking bullshit with the fucking fake-ass marriages for money, the muchkin bachelor shit, and anything that has to do with greedy motherfuckers who will degrae themselves for cash. And that 'Simpleton Life' with French Hilton and that other illigitimate whore. How come these dumb bitches didn't get trampled by fucking cattle on that farm!? I'm so sick of some psuedo-attractive bimbo selling her soul because she's fucking stupid. You want reality? How 'bout a reality show where you oil up that Hilton bitch and throw her naked into an all-male jail filled with serial killers and sadists. Give them a bunch of 12 inch sharp objects and let 'em loose on her ass. Yeah, Welcome to reality! And don't give me that "You're so cruel" bullshit. Not only would you have a reality show that people would actually WANT to watch, but you also have a great start for a series on an all new network called the "Snuff" channel. The whole channel would be dedicated to the elimination of a fucking moron, every half hour! I would personally be involved in every show and would work overtime to ensure that 48 idiots were removed from society every day. See, I have ideas, and this fucking 'Feaary Factor' shit. Oh, whoopdie-doo... 'Eat a bunch of liquified rats and we'll give you 3,000 pounds!' I'm so sick of these shows that try to induce fear. You want to see fear, how 'bout I sit your fucking contestants down in a small room, chain 'em down naked into metal chairs that are wired to a heating system. What you do, is then you turn up the heat slowly over a 32 hour period, slowly increasing the ammount of heat conducted through the metal chairs untill it's as hot as a branding iron. And once they've passed out due to the extreme pain brought about by a 32 hour burning flesh fest, hang 'em on a wall by their arms, in a room where the only visible thing is a sign that says "You have this much time left to live." with a countdown underneath, starting at 24 hours and counting down by the second. So now they gotta hang there, just watching the clock... wondering what's gonna happen... how are they gonna die? Will it be worse than the heating chair? Who knows... Once the clock gets down to the final second, you turn on the lights and yell "surprise!" and if they don't die of a heart attack, you hit 'em in the face with a large pie. Sit back, all laugh, pretend it's all a joke, lull them into a false sence of security by saying "You've won a million pounds!", then take out the razors and salt. You put one cut in their body, 2 inches long, every 15 minutes, and then hire some toothless bum to slowly tear open the wounds with his filthy fingernails while pouring salt into the cuts at the same time! I could go on, but I think that's a little too much reality for some of you. And I don't want to hear about "how sick and twisted" the ideas and concepts are in this blog. You don't like it? Too bad. If television had some decent shows to occupy and entertain my mind, I wouldn't have such demented thoughts. Soooo, it's all your fault. Welcome to reality TV Assholes!