Dog the Bounty Hunter

Unable to endure the lack of `Walker, Texas Ranger' on networked TV any longer, I recently bought a satellite dish. Now I can get Chuck two or three times a day, even at 7 in the  morning.  Anyway, enough of this trivia -- always on the look out for tips about avoiding the law, last night I found myself watching the most bizarre of shows: `Dog: the Bounty Hunter.'

`Dog,' the eponymous hero of said series, is a man for whom `untattooed area of skin' seems to be anathema and whose hair-do takes me right back to those dreadful days when Stryper and Kajagoogoo ruled the airwaves (Can't you just see Del Boy blushing at the memory of how he used to headbangi to sound of the kings of  Christian `hair rock'?)  And what Dog lacks in dress sense, he more than makes up for in muscles and firearms, spending his life taking scum like me off the streets (though, frankly, he seems far more scary than any of the individuals that he `takes down').  Think Hulk Hogan meets David Coverdale meets John Rambo.

It's a strange, strange world where criminality and real (as opposed to the Walker, TR variety) violence have become as much if not more entertainment and celebrity-like than, well, actual entertainment and celebrity.  Oliver Stone explored it in `Natural Born Killers,' and the bizarro case of the loon who confessed to the Ramsay murder is another good example, not to mention yours truly.  The televisual media has a strange effect on our ethical sensibilities, does it not, blurring the boundaries between fact and fiction, good and evil?  What will be next?  Audience voting at the end of the show to discover who is `America's Most Wanted'?

Anyway, must dash -- just off to confess to cutting the brake cables on James Dean's car, the assassination of JFK, and shoving Lawrence of Arabia off his motorbike.  Watch for my show on primetime next fall.