Y2K Survivor

So there I was, all full of chili and a warm fire blazing away in the fireplace when I grab my trusty old remote.  That remote has become a wireless lifeline between myself and the greater world.  The power of the remote has led me to become an expert on Alaskan Crab Fishing in the Bering Sea, appreciate dirty jobs, and understand the finer points of badmouthing football referees. 

But last night, let's call it Black Friday,  I grab my trusty old remote and start flipping channels.  Sure I knew we were in a writer's strike.  But big freakin deal, I don't freakin read the scripts, I WATCH the shows!  So how could this strike effect me?  Right?  Right??

So there I am switching and flipping and flipping out because there is not a DAMN THING on TV.  I have nearly 400 channels and not a damn thing on TV!!  Mrs. Y2K and I settle for watching Fantastic Four AGAIN for probably the Fantastic 40th time and I realize... Here I have been all upset about our National Guard and Armed Servicemen going off to Iraq and Afghanistan, when really, if you think about it, all of those guys volunteered to go.  They were never forced.  So basically we are enabling them to live out their dreams.

But my dream has been to sit on my ever expanding ass and watch TV.  I know the strike has been going on for weeks, but now, as of Friday, it has started to effect what really matters....   ME!!!

So please America, stop sending care packages to dedicated servicemen that want to protect your homeland.  Stop empowering a warmongering Government by buying savings bonds.  Instead send your money to the Screen Writer's Guild.  These guys are out there on the front lines, holed up in seedy apartments and working under the hostile conditions of a flickering computer screen and a blank document titled "How I Met Your Mother."  Dig deep, dig often and maybe by pulling together and sharing the sacrifice we can end this needless war over percentage points for Internet access.