American Idol and other Entartete Kultur

TSO wonders if the is the last person to never have seen American Idol. I hate to burst his bubble, but I have not seen it either. Nor have I seen so much as a minute of Survivor. I am, on the other hand, a rabid Teletubbies fan and have visions of basing the official aesthetic of the Keilholtz dictatorship on their peculiar world. OK, it is those speakers that pop up and recite things that really get to me.

Just imagine. You are in a park having a quiet moment with a friend. You look into each others' eyes, giggle, have a bite of sandwich, and then...

A bronze periscope comes out of the bushes making odd electronic noises. Then a calm, yet authoritative voice says, "The Duce greets all of his subjects on this beautiful day and reminds them that the parade will be held on Saturday at 8am. Your syndicate bosses will be taking attendance. We will now listen to Respighi's Roman Festival Overture. Believe! Obey! Fight!"

The idea is to combine the aesthetics of Teletubbies with The Prisoner. That is the sort of world I want to run.

How about you, number 6?