Back to flogging the dead horse, Mike Glandal has yet again, been saved from the dregs of the soup kitchen and made his triumphant return to prime time with yet another season of Big Brother, with an exciting new format that?s sure to keep us glued to our armchairs for the next three months.



Big Brother has finally become a reality show. You?ve probably heard the contestants will now not be receiving a ?cash? prize at the end of the competition, now having to earn dosh, while on their televised vacation. The backlash, the disappointment, the feeling of betrayal.

Get a job son.

The national wage has gone to shit, people are restraining the urge to start throwing mail boxes through kindergarten windows, and we get Endemol Southern Star ?revamping? a dying format by removing the assured ?prize? at the end of the journey. As if the endorsements, paid for holiday and media exposure weren?t enough.  

It?s bad enough they turn our media outlets into one long marathon of ?Night of the Living Dead? for three months, propping Gretel Killeen?s decomposing cadaver up on a couch, flying off a Louie Enema.
Glandal, who spent the last summer raiding his 15 year old niece?s wardrobe, should have been dropped from Network Ten, and stripped of her right to human contact years ago. He?s not funny, he?s not witty, and he?s not charming. He?s the Bert Newton-Transsexual of Australian Media. Money for nothing.

Then you?ve got ?Mr X?, the boyfriend of old, here to stir up a relationship. Fucking disgusting. Well done idiots. What?s a situation like that going to potentially cause? A violent outbreak? A three man sex storm? All looked down upon. Need I mention the ?white room? scenario? How many ethical laws can we breach? Guantanamo Bay detainees aren?t reduced to tat type of shit. I?m sure this?ll win points with the Australian Communications and Media Authority. The ?BB ? Adults Only? segment got stripped. Take a hint, idiots.

Want to make it ultra-reality TV? How bout we strip the contestants of any incentive?

Sometime this week, I had the thought that perhaps I was being too bitter about the whole issue. Maybe casual workers have it better than I perceive it to be. The ?freedom? of random employment, ?higher? pay rates. Then I remembered every worker I?ve known who has gotten the ass for not being able to meet the working hours expected of them by ?casual? employers, or refused to work outside the ?job description? they were given prior to beginning employment.
 
The words ?Quota? or ?Incentive? have no place in the casual workers vernacular or frame of mind. Such words or thoughts can be seen as provocative or damaging to productivity. It gives workers the idea that they should set goals and be rewarded.
The more I thought about it, the more it pissed me off. People aren?t working to be rewarded, they?re working to save their asses for yet another day. If they don?t reach the ?magic quota? kept secret from them, they?re out the door.

No Vest, No Job. Strap that yellow safety jacket on boy, and get to work. Just before Glandal leans any further back to disguise the bags under his eyes, let?s get him, the BB contestants, Glandal?s ex-husband and Bert fucking Newton in a factory, stacking boxes to no avail, for eight hours a day. ?Quota?? Get off the drugs idiot.



Welcome to Reality, my friends. Fuck Mike Glandal. Fuck Big Brother.

*Anyone who hasn't followed the Hyperlinks on Glandal's name, you will never know the truth about the Pod we are led to believe is Gretel Killeen. Click 'here' to see where it all began*