BEFORE HE SITTED DOWN, Gregory Evans turned on the TV, stretched out on the couch with his arms spread out over the backrest, and rested his feet on the coffee table, even though he knew his wife Alissa would complain. The remote control was already ready in his hand.
The channel he was tuning into was showing a documentary about Muslims and life in Iraq.
— Bullshit! — he complained in the little Arabic he knew, changing to the next channel.
The first scene that appeared was of people in bathing suits arguing in a kitchen.
— Damn Big Brother! — he switched to another channel.
The next one showed poor African children, all telling their stories about how their parents died and the hardships they were going through, until a millionaire from the United States showed up to help them.
Finally something good... he thought, and continued watching.
The next scene showed the good man being interviewed.
"...and then I understood why I had earned my money. Now I am satisfied with what I did for those ten children.
The interviewer asked:
— Is it true that you intend to run for office next...
It was too good to be true...
Next channel...
Another documentary showed the countries most affected by terrorism.
— It can't be...! — he exclaimed.
Next channel.
A presenter was showing several useless revolutionary products on a sales channel.
— This is fantastic! — said the woman next to the presenter.
His finger was no longer on the button that changed the channels.
After so many changes, his wife spoke from the bedroom:
— You men can't watch anything in silence, can you?
Irritated, he said nothing, he just thought to himself:
Actually, I think we are being slowly brainwashed...
Greg got up and went to the back; a good martial arts training would be more interesting.
You never know when you need to be prepared...