Here in the Grand Metropolis™ of Dallas/Fort Worth, they have a problem filling TV programming time on Saturday nights nowadays.  (It was a lot easier when you could run 90 minutes of the Von Erichs “whuppin'” some heel during the “rasslin'” program – but I digress, as usual…)
One of the Saturday night offerings in these, the Aughts is a reality-based series called, appropriately enough, “Cheaters”.
The premise is that men or women who suspect their significant others/spouses (both?  Hmmmm…) are dallying around on ’em have these guys who run the show do a little reconnaissance, usually of the video variety.  The evidence is then presented to the wounded party, and (s)he and the TV crew then go bust in on the lovebirds, whereupon chaos – and more than just a little hilarity – ensues.
It is, in its essence, tawdry TV.  It also raises a host of legal issues, not the least of which is invasion of one’s privacy.  The show itself is in its sixth season, and I’m amazed that it was still going after one.  Why someone hasn’t sued these guys for all their pennies is beyond me.
(Hat tip to the SpatulaGoddess™)
Ahem.
Picture me with a very  smug, satisfied look on my face – thanks to this:
103% Republican. |
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You did see that, right?  One-hundred-and-three  percent?
You may bow and kiss the conservative ring, mheh. (grin)