American TV is a barren wasteland now. What used to be a strong medium for education, entertainment, and keeping people in the know, has turned into Jersey Guidos, pregnant teens, and "reality" shows about losing weight and finding a man.

What do all these shows have in common? The fatties watching the shows. Those blimps stuff their pillow face with Doritos using their sausage fingers while barking out "I love Pauly D." They feel better about their shitty situation (read can't move off the couch without a forklift and EMS team) because "That pregnant teen has it so hard." They ask themselves "Why can't I find a man like that pilot from the Bachelor."

I will tell you, because you are repulsive to look out, smell like cheese whiz, and watch canned reality shows about what love should be. That pilot on the Bachelor is dumber than a dead dog. There is no way he goes around his house wearing no shirt ALL the time...even with the body he has.

What America needs is a kick in the ass both to motivate us to not be so god damn fat and to have us start watching good tv again. Since neither of that will happen and it is likely that the Eastern Hemisphere will fall off the planet due to Earth's inability to hold all the weight, I think they should bring back Name That Tune.

If Wayne "No Talent" Brady has a reboot of Let's Make a Deal, then Name That Tune can be brought back. I already have the host picked out...Mario Van Peebles. The guy is a bad ass and the loser of Name That Tune, will be subjected to an ass raping Peebles style.

We could use old songs, new songs, and obscure songs. It would run exactly like the old TV show.