One of the great blessings in my life is the absence of television. It never ceases to amaze me how people invite such a poisonous guest into the very hearts of their families.

I am reminded of how blessed I am in being free of TV whenever I find myself on the treadmill at my local gym. There, in front of me, affronting me, as I endeavor to keep myself in shape, are a whole bank of TV screens displaying the plethora of daytime TV offerings. Lately I’ve noticed a good-looking priest character in one of the most sickening of the daily soap operas. He is clean-cut, wears a crucifix pin, and is always seen in the company of admiring and beautiful women. Always women. I’ve never seen him in the company of men.

It is of course obvious that it’s only a matter of time before he falls into sin and jumps into bed with one (or more) of these women. He is only there to gratify the sordid desire of the viewers to see the massacre of innocence and the soiling of purity. He is a lamb to be slaughtered and then devoured and deflowered.

Oscar Wilde observed that we are all in the gutter but some of us are looking at the stars. In today’s TV culture the only stars who are tolerated are those who prefer the gutter.