Imagine having to sit there and watch this…
One of the ways tyrants stay in power–other than the obvious method of smashing people’s heads in–is to strip the people of their self-respect by subjecting them to various degrading performances… which they have to say are wonderful, “We really like it!”, pretend it makes perfect sense to them, etc.
Venezuela is staging a “presidential election” this summer to give tyrant Maduro another six years in which to abuse the country. So The Powers have announced the creation of a new reality TV show (!!), M Factor, which will select theme songs for Maduro’s campaign (https://www.breitbart.com/latin-america/2024/04/11/m-factor-venezuela-launches-reality-show-pick-theme-songs-maduros-sham-election/). [It only hurts when I laugh.] The show will be hosted by a Loyal Party Member from the rubber-stamp legislature and aired on government-owned and operated TV–not that there’s any other kind, down there.
The theme songs must praise “homeland, the Revolution, and Venezuela.”
Really–how can you hold up your head, under a government that subjects you to such puerile nonsense? It’s only a make-believe election: the (LOL) “opposition candidates” have been selected by Maduro and his playmates.
That slurping sound you hear offstage is American Democrats licking their lips for envy.
OMG! I’ve never thought highly of “reality TV”, because people end up trading dignity for fame. It’s sickening.
One former employer would subject their employees to endless team building exercises. It was sickening, because these were nothing but ice-breaking exercises, where employees were required to abandon their dignity in the name of “teamwork”. I never saw that these did anything positive.
Reality TV just makes this humiliation highly public. Using it for political ends is not surprising. I live without broadcast/cable/streaming TV, and have most of my adult life. It’s a course I highly recommend. BTW, on many occasions, I have given broadcast/cable/streaming TV another chance, and usually this lasted a matter of hours. I don’t need my mind assaulted by this medium.
They just love it when they can get you to say things you don’t believe.
Yeah, no kidding. It’s erosive to one’s psyche.
It seems a quarter of the Venezuelan population has entered the good old USA – I know I would.