Hi, my name is Leon Hart, and I have a problem. I like shock entertainment. I watched the Saw series just to see the different ways someone can get mutilated to death. I used montage reels of people getting owned in various predicaments as stress relief during college. The Maury show is my surrogate father (hell, Maury was in my house more than my dad was when I was growing up).
However, it seems as if my casual use of shock value has gone from recreational to dangerous levels of exposure. I, like many of you, am a survivor of the "2 Girls 1 Cup" scourge that plagued monitors and scarred retinas everywhere, as its somber music, much like the Pied Piper's flute, directed onlookers' gazes toward a sea of guilty pleasure, only to drown in its riptide of stomach-churning depravity. Like many others sucked into the wake, I forwarded the link to others, so that they might also share my watery grave.
It seems that this episode, despite my need to go to the eye doctor next week, not only didn't scare me straight, but possibly enabled more shock video tolerance, and a general anesthetization of my senses to less shocking (and much less disgusting) visual fanfare. However, today might just be the day that I quit this shit cold turkey. I just saw footage from that new show "Moment of Truth", and let me tell you, I shouldn't have to get a fix of shock video for at least another week or two.
