Help Me Help TV.

I don’t hate reality shows. I loathe them. With a white-hot intensity seven times the sun.

These low rent, contrived pieces of claptrap clog up the airways, as one by one, genius scripted shows bite the dust: “Arrested Development”. “Studio 60 On the Sunset Strip”. “Stella”.

So I make it my duty to beg people to watch the shows that are so brilliant that I would kill pretty much anyone to let me guest star. (Producers– my email is to the right. No questions asked.)

“The Sarah Silverman Program” is among my favorites, and not because it's a classic sitcom, because it oh-so ain't.

Above is a clip from an episode in which Sarah mistakenly believes she has AIDs. And manages to put the fun into incurable disease.