Everyone on the show Intervention should die
Why don’t I ever walk into a room and then *surprise!*, all my most important friends and family are there to reveal that the camera crew that has been following me for the past week isn’t really doing a documentary on my lifestyle, but is really affiliated with a television show that spotlights and offers all expense paid vacations to people whose loved ones nominate them for being so awesome? Because they don’t make that show anywhere. that’s why. or at least mostly why.
Instead, we have a show that has alcoholics and junkies carelessly trampling on the emotions and lives of their loved ones who then get together to help them not die by flying to a special rehab place for a month.
This is every episode of Intervention:
And then blah blah crying and blah blah “go to this free treatment resort for 90 days or we’re not frenz anymorez”, more crying and then then a bunch of title cards. Wtf is with the title cards? It’s called tele-VISION so you can listen to stuff. or something. Point being – It’s not tele-READING, so wtf. Hire a frigging announcer to tell me that so and so relapsed or refused the treatment or died from doing a combination of both.
