light entertainment the pursuit of truth a dollop of treason drivel

Flicking through the channels.
I come to a music station where an American singer called Rhianna is singing her memorable homage to the joys of motoring.
"Not this one again," mutters the Mammy from her armchair stage left.
"What do you mean?" sez I.
"I've seen this about a million times," quoth she.
"How many?" sez I.
"Well, once," quoth she.
I flick again.
Now we're on EWTN the Catholic channel, the most untelevisual television station in the history of television.
A station whose motto should be: "Programming so bad it must be God's will."
I mean it's an incarnate miracle that this thing survives at all.
We watch as a homely looking nun called Mother Angelica dispenses insane advice to phone callers on various spiritual questions.
Her manner is strangely compelling.
God's fool perhaps.
He doesn't always choose us pseudo intellectuals.
But I can't last long at EWTN.
Flick.
And lo.
It's our old friends the peace loving muslims of Al Jazeera.
Jihad TV.
My handsome preraphaelite jaw drops.
For tonight no less a personage than Sir David Frost is presenting a programme on Al Jazeera.
His pleasant plummy tones fill the room.
Now bold travellers of the internet some of you won't know Sir David Frost, but he's been a sort of cultural icon in pseudo intellectual English language broadcasting for about forty years.
Let me put it this way.
He doth bestride the narrow television like a collossus while we petty mortals peep about under his huge legs to find ourselves dishonorable graves.
No really.
But tonight.
Tonight.
Well, apparently he's fallen in with a bad crowd.
"He's making them seem very credible," I mutter grimly as the great man holds forth. "Lord Haw Haw couldn't have done it better. Bloody hell. I can't believe this. David Frost on Al Jazeera. So this is how it ends up for the great radical wit of the 1960's. Frosty the Snow Muslim."
"If it's upsetting you," sez the Mammy, "change the channel."
I have time to growl: "Seriously though he's doing a wonderful job," before switching to Sex And The City.
At least you know where you stand with Sex And The City.
Drivel.
But not the sort of drivel that will allow a nascent fascist ideology emanating from North Africa, Arabia and the more abysmally backward pockets of Asia to reduce humanity to a new dark ages.