RE: “Wife Swap.”

Last evening’s (Monday, 4/10) snippets were “Wife Swap.”
I say “snippets” because we don’t actually watch “Wife Swap;” an utterly stupid program pandering to the American taste for the salacious.
What we’re actually watching is a VCR-replay of the news, which we have to stop to get another dinner entree.
When we do, the TV, and VCR, revert to current programing, which in this case was “Wife Swap.”
We didn’t walk the dogs until 6:50 p.m., but before supper. After supper is still too dark; although it remains light longer.
Sometimes we watch the news live, or play it back on top of “Entertainment Tonight” or “Friends.”
These aren’t too bad, although ET can prompt “for crying out loud,” “shaddup,” or “too bad she couldn’t finish her dress.” “Friends” is reruns of programs we’ve seen over-and-over.
But “Wife Swap” is even more ridiculous than “Extreme Home Makeover,” where they always demolish the house.
The pretext of “Wife Swap” was obvious from the outset: a fat, lazy liberial against a God-fearing zealot.
The wives exchanged houses, and the liberial was saying “this house is too clean — do I dare walk on the carpets?” and “bor-ing........”
Zealot had a fit: “each kid has a TV,” and “what filth.”
Zealot pointed out her treadmill: “every morning I get up and do a half-hour.”
We also saw zealot pointing out parental control: “You didn’t do your homeworky? No Internetty.” Poink!
Zealot and hubby were appalled at web-sites the liberial’s kids accessed.
Liberial apparently didn’t smoke, but she roared off to work in a white Z28 Camaro, leaving her house a shambles.
How the God-fearing zealot would allow herself to be part of such shenanigans is beyond me.
The liberial picked up a calendar-datebook, and solemnly intoned “too organized........”