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Too Many Tv Commercials - What Can We Do? If you watch television, you have surely noticed that there are just too many tv commercials. The tv commercials are dominating the majority of the program on every channel.

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I was once a big tv guy, but I have cut my television hours by 8. They have taken one of America’s favorite pastimes, and turned it into a nightmare. No matter what channel you switch to, there is a seventy percent chance it will be at a commercial, or be going to commercial within sixty seconds.

There are also networks like TV Land, which bury you in commercials every few minutes. I was a regular watcher of TV Land programs a few years ago, because I like certain shows they run, but I made the decision about six months ago to stop watching them completely, due to them showing too many tv commercials. I timed them a couple of times, and they were showing eleven commercials in a row, which took five minutes and forty nine seconds, and then when the show came back on, it only played for four minutes and sixteen seconds. That’s more commercial time than show time. Not only do we have too many tv commercials, but lets not forget the assault of annoying commercials we have gained over the last few years. I am talking about the drug companies, that show someone dancing through the tulips, as they read the potential benefits of their product, but then come the negatives, which would keep me from taking it.

Shouldn’t that be your doctors job, to decide what is best for you? And to add to the problem of to many tv commercials, is one of the most annoying commercials, the lawsuit commercial.

The ones where the lawyer from “Do We, Cheat UM, and How”, tells us that if we have ever had this happen to us, call their law office immediately, to join their class action suit. One of the main reasons that we as consumers are bombarded with these endless commercials, is that the stars of the shows we like to watch, demand ridiculous pay for what they do. I know they are good, but their salaries need to be brought back to reality. We have daytime shows where the star is getting a million dollars an episode, and sitcom stars that are getting two million per episode.

When we wonder why there are too many tv commercials, it is because the television networks have to recover the outrageous salaries that a lot of these stars want. And the reason we have so many annoying commercials, like I mentioned above, is because the networks will show anything now, because they assume we will just tolerate it. A good example is Jon and Kate plus 8. They were getting seventy five thousand per episode. After they broke up, Kate got a deal for a reported two hundred and fifty thousand an episode. Now the rumor is that she is almost broke. If most Americans got a quarter of a million dollars a week, for over a year, they would be set for life, but many television stars spend it as fast as they get it.

The networks need to get their house in order, and stop paying outrageous salaries to the stars. I am sure a reality star, or a movie star, would work for a lot less, if forced to do so. Since the average American worker makes about thirty to forty thousand a year, I think a sitcom star could be convinced to do an episode of their show, for one hundred thousand dollars, instead of one or two million. Back in the day when we all had analog television, and we all had an antenna on our roof, or rabbit ears on top of the tv set, we didn’t have much to complain about, especially because watching television was free, and we never felt there were too many tv commercials. In fact I actually liked the commercials back then.

But today is a different story. We are paying a lot of money to get television into our homes, and I don’t appreciate them using my living room, as their billboard to show an endless amount of annoying commercials. Too Many Tv Commercials – How To Combat The Problem. Since our government will probably do nothing as usual, the only thing we can do is not support anything advertised on tv. A lot of those ads are tracked, to see what the results are.

If you watch the ad on different days, you will see the phone number, or the web address is different. That is so they can track the response the ad got.

If it is not good, they will most likely pull the ad. If that starts to happen, networks will be forced to cut their budgets, instead of adding more commercials, which has gotten us to this problem of too many tv commercials. If we don’t do anything, they will continue to bombard us with excessive tv commercials, and continue to accept more annoying commercials. Avoiding the commercials is quite easy. Setup your favorite channels on your favorites button, and just go to another channel you like, when a commercial comes on.

I do that now, whenever I watch tv, and this lets me avoid all the excessive tv commercials. There are definitely too many tv commercials being shown, and if we do nothing, there will be even more excessive tv commercials to come. Click Here To Be Prepared For Any Disaster That Comes Your Way.

STARTRACK. COM : : FILM : : FOTO : : MUSIC : : SCENE : : STARS ===LITERATUREGEORGE ORWELL: Nineteen Eighty- Four. IIt was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him.

The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty- five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours.

It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty- nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift- shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran. Inside the flat a fruity voice was reading out a list of figures which had something to do with the production of pig- iron.

The voice came from an oblong metal plaque like a dulled mirror which formed part of the surface of the right- hand wall. Winston turned a switch and the voice sank somewhat, though the words were still distinguishable. The instrument (the telescreen, it was called) could be dimmed, but there was no way of shutting it off completely.

He moved over to the window: a smallish, frail figure, the meagreness of his body merely emphasized by the blue overalls which were the uniform of the party. His hair was very fair, his face naturally sanguine, his skin roughened by coarse soap and blunt razor blades and the cold of the winter that had just ended. Outside, even through the shut window- pane, the world looked cold. Down in the street little eddies of wind were whirling dust and torn paper into spirals, and though the sun was shining and the sky a harsh blue, there seemed to be no colour in anything, except the posters that were plastered everywhere. The blackmoustachio'd face gazed down from every commanding corner. There was one on the house- front immediately opposite. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption said, while the dark eyes looked deep into Winston's own.

Down at streetlevel another poster, torn at one corner, flapped fitfully in the wind, alternately covering and uncovering the single word INGSOC. In the far distance a helicopter skimmed down between the roofs, hovered for an instant like a bluebottle, and darted away again with a curving flight.

It was the police patrol, snooping into people's windows. The patrols did not matter, however. Only the Thought Police mattered. Watch The Eagle Has Landed HD 1080P.

Behind Winston's back the voice from the telescreen was still babbling away about pig- iron and the overfulfilment of the Ninth Three- Year Plan. The telescreen received and transmitted simultaneously. Any sound that Winston made, above the level of a very low whisper, would be picked up by it, moreover, so long as he remained within the field of vision which the metal plaque commanded, he could be seen as well as heard. There was of course no way of knowing whether you were being watched at any given moment. How often, or on what system, the Thought Police plugged in on any individual wire was guesswork. It was even conceivable that they watched everybody all the time.

But at any rate they could plug in your wire whenever they wanted to. You had to live - - did live, from habit that became instinct - - in the assumption that every sound you made was overheard, and, except in darkness, every movement scrutinized. Winston kept his back turned to the telescreen. It was safer, though, as he well knew, even a back can be revealing.

A kilometre away the Ministry of Truth, his place of work, towered vast and white above the grimy landscape. This, he thought with a sort of vague distaste - - this was London, chief city of Airstrip One, itself the third most populous of the provinces of Oceania. He tried to squeeze out some childhood memory that should tell him whether London had always been quite like this.

Were there always these vistas of rotting nineteenth- century houses, their sides shored up with baulks of timber, their windows patched with cardboard and their roofs with corrugated iron, their crazy garden walls sagging in all directions? And the bombed sites where the plaster dust swirled in the air and the willow- herb straggled over the heaps of rubble; and the places where the bombs had cleared a larger patch and there had sprung up sordid colonies of wooden dwellings like chicken- houses?

But it was no use, he could not remember: nothing remained of his childhood except a series of bright- lit tableaux occurring against no background and mostly unintelligible. The Ministry of Truth - - Minitrue, in Newspeak* - - was startlingly different from any other object in sight. It was an enormous pyramidal structure of glittering white concrete, soaring up, terrace after terrace, 3. From where Winston stood it was just possible to read, picked out on its white face in elegant lettering, the three slogans of the Party: WAR IS PEACEFREEDOM IS SLAVERYIGNORANCE IS STRENGTHThe Ministry of Truth contained, it was said, three thousand rooms above ground level, and corresponding ramifications below. Scattered about London there were just three other buildings of similar appearance and size. So completely did they dwarf the surrounding architecture that from the roof of Victory Mansions you could see all four of them simultaneously.

They were the homes of the four Ministries between which the entire apparatus of government was divided. The Ministry of Truth, which concerned itself with news, entertainment, education, and the fine arts. The Ministry of Peace, which concerned itself with war. The Ministry of Love, which maintained law and order. And the Ministry of Plenty, which was responsible for economic affairs.

Their names, in Newspeak: Minitrue, Minipax, Miniluv, and Miniplenty. The Ministry of Love was the really frightening one. There were no windows in it at all. Winston had never been inside the Ministry of Love, nor within half a kilometre of it. It was a place impossible to enter except on official business, and then only by penetrating through a maze of barbed- wire entanglements, steel doors, and hidden machine- gun nests.

Even the streets leading up to its outer barriers were roamed by gorilla- faced guards in black uniforms, armed with jointed truncheons. Winston turned round abruptly. He had set his features into the expression of quiet optimism which it was advisable to wear when facing the telescreen.

He crossed the room into the tiny kitchen. By leaving the Ministry at this time of day he had sacrificed his lunch in the canteen, and he was aware that there was no food in the kitchen except a hunk of dark- coloured bread which had got to be saved for tomorrow's breakfast. He took down from the shelf a bottle of colourless liquid with a plain white label marked VICTORY GIN. It gave off a sickly, oily smell, as of Chinese rice- spirit. Winston poured out nearly a teacupful, nerved himself for a shock, and gulped it down like a dose of medicine. Instantly his face turned scarlet and the water ran out of his eyes. The stuff was like nitric acid, and moreover, in swallowing it one had the sensation of being hit on the back of the head with a rubber club.

The next moment, however, the burning in his belly died down and the world began to look more cheerful.