Jesus Ruins Everything

I don't watch much TV. Not because I think it sounds impressive to say so, but because, generally, I don't find much, other than baseball or the occasional soccer match worth investing the necessary time. I also start feeling guilty about the time I wasted staring at a box (yep, still have the box type) in the corner of my living room. However, tonight, I find myself bachin' it, home alone, with a good bit of time on my hands. So, I baked some fish, dished up some coconut rice and curried vegetables, and sat down on the couch for a bit of summer programming. I landed on "Minute to Win It." The game show is fun with some mindless goals to win a bunch of money. I also found it intriguing that the contestants looked like they had just left Hefner's mansion, suited up in sporty outfits and were now broadcast on TV sets in countless living rooms. It took less than a few minutes for Jesus to come along, take a seat next to me on the couch and ruin everything. I heard it, fairly clearly, "Matt, you are watching pinup girls stack cups to win $2,500." "That's right I am!" I said defiantly. That never works. "Do you know how many impoverished children you could feed with $2,500?" "Do you know how quickly an orphan would stack cups for a chance at a clean bed, and a parent to love them?" I'm ruined. I'm absolutely ruined.