Addicted To Our Addictions

Once I saw the commercial for this week's episode of TLC's My Strange Addiction I realized that when all of the zombie/alien/apocalypse movies finally come true and we become human slaves/breeders/worker bees for a more advanced or demonic civilization, we will have no one to blame but ourselves because they will have zeroed in on us in all of our in-your-face, mind-numbing stupidity, otherwise known as Reality Television. I can't help but agree we've earned the right for another advanced race to vote our disgusting asses right off island Earth the minute we started broadcasting our desire to eat chalk, mothballs, laundry detergent, bleach, hair, other people's hair, dog hair, and probably even each other. We have proven we are no better than the pigs and roaches that will gladly take whatever they can scavenge, and I'm sure we look like a fascinating breed to work and/or keep as pets. I can only hope the very first two losers taken for "experimentation" are Octomom and the lady with the 19-foot fingernails. People, when the piper comes a'calling with those orifice probes, the fault is ours alone. And TLC's.