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1.20.2007

A little dark Humour

****WARNING: POLITICAL INCORRECTNESS ALERT****

If you are one of those people who doesn't enjoy black humour, or who read Swift's "A Modest Proposal" and believed it to be a serious attempt at a solution to the Irish queston, please don't read on. This post is not for you.

Some of the writers on my list have been complaining that they're addicted to reality TV shows like "The Model" and "Top Chef".

Sadly, or not, I don't get those shows in Vietnam, but I have seen that one with Donald Trump, and the one about the wanna be rock stars. I really don't understand the appeal, but hey, I'm clearly wrong about this because a vast majority of people do watch them.

So, I've been thinking up a reality TV show for Vietnam:

It's called "Boss of Beggars".

Basically, there is a Donald Trump-like character, who supervises the show and contestants have to audition by showing the audience just how bad their particular handicap, birth defect, scaring or deformity is.

Then, once you've been chosen, you are let loose on the city of Saigon for four hours and compete to see how much money the contestants can beg off people in a fixed amount of time.

Skills would include:

- Showing your deformity to its best advantage
- Designing the most unusual contraptions to overcome mobility problems
- Looking pitiful and sympathetic at the same time
- Persistence
- Turning up just as someone is about to start eating noodle soup and making them feel guilty.
- Persuading equally pitiful family members to come with you.

Rules:

- No drugging infants into a stupor and using them as props.
- No threatening people with infectious diseases.
- No picking pockets instead of begging.
- No bleeding on the patrons.

At the end of each show, each participant's "take" for the day gets tallied up, people with the lowest take get kicked off the show.

I can just hear the Boss' comments to the contestants:

"You're not using your blackened rotting teeth to their best advantage. Smile more, and breath on people."

"Hey, no hiding the leg! You're only missing one. You have to work with what you've got."

"If you strike out on the begging, you can't offer your relative for prostitution - that's another show."

Comments on "A little dark Humour"

 

Anonymous AndrĂ© said ... (2:50 PM) : 

The Boss might add: "Your sign is only in english. You should add a translation in japanese, korean, german and french!"

 

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