I can still feel the pain

I was in bed earlier and being unable to sleep I read for awhile, finished my book, then clicked on the tv. I started clicking through the channels and the remote, for some reason, low battery I suppose, just quit working.

I couldn't switch channels, couldn't control the volume (which was way too loud) and couldn't even turn the damned thing off.

Problem was I was so friggin exhausted I could not climb out of bed and the program that was on was the most demonic thing I have seen since The Exorcist.

There were these four brightly-colored fat creatures undulating to music in a pastoral setting. They couldn't dance for ****; they just spun in lazy circles, occasionally bumping into each other. The music had the same effect on me as if a thousand weasels were tearing at my flesh.

Then this shimmering sun would appear and it had the face of a baby inside and the baby would start making these ridiculous cooing noises, then back to more music and dancing on the hillside by these stupid creatures. They had some sort of things sticking out of their heads too. Some sort of mathematic symbols or something.

It didn't stop. I was praying for a commercial but none came.

I pulled the pillow over my head and tried to drown out the noise but it permeated through and attacked me with a vengeance.

"JESUS FRIGGIN CHRIST!!!", I screamed as I tossed the covers off and bolted from the bed with the speed of a panther and raced toward the tv and slammed the off button with such force I thought I broke some bones in my hands.

I laid back down in the bed and tried to compose myself, My breathing was labored and I was shaking with rage.

With trembling hands I picked up the TV Guide from my nightstand and did a quick scan to find out what that demonic offering had been.

The Teletubbies.The friggin Teletubbies. These guys...



I had heard mention of these things before but I had no idea anything could be that awful.

And kids watch that ****? What the hell! We are going to have a nation of serial killers on our hands in about fifteen years. It's gonna look like something like a scene out of "The Night of the Living Dead."

Five minutes of that **** was almost enough to fry my brain. And their our parents that intentionally sit their children down in front of that crap.

INTENTIONALLY!

I am still shook up.