The end is near. The four horsemen of the apocalypse are rounding the final turn and heading down the stretch. All hope for modern society is officially lost.
No, I am not referring to there being a Snooki Jr. in the world now. That is a bit creepy, but in the grand scheme of things, who cares?
Nor am I talking about the fact that, using some dubious accounting methods, Lil Wayne has just passed Elvis Presley to become the most popular male artist (most lifetime entries) on the Billboard Top 100 music chart. (If you have no clue who Lil Wayne is, you have my utmost respect and admiration.)
Both of those events are pretty much equivalent to hell freezing over but are still not as bad as one particular recent occurrence.
Apparently, enough sadists have watched that awful combination of “Wipeout” and musical chairs — so cleverly titled “Oh Sit!” — to warrant it being renewed for a second season. With regular features such as “The Sit List,” this is quite possibly the worst reality competition show since “Hurl.” (Don't ask!)
It is challenging to write about “Oh Sit!” without putting the coyly deleted “h” back in the title.
Entertainment has been reduced to this: A bunch of morons getting hit in the crotch or falling flat on their faces while trying to navigate a moat surrounding the object of their quest — an empty chair. All while a mediocre but loud band provides the obligatory music until, surprisingly, it stops. What suspense!
Remember when game shows made you laugh, not cringe? How many of you can recall Richard Dawson sitting in his customary middle seat in the bottom row on “Match Game” or Charley Weaver in the bottom left corner of “Hollywood Squares?”
Not a black eye, pulled muscle or drenched contestant in sight.