Ghost-Hunting Shows and Social Decay

Last week I watched a ghost-hunting show on the Travel Channel. I suppose anyone who buys fancy equipment can be a parapsychologist nowadays.

The leader of the expedition into a haunted insane asylum was a guy who looked like a typical L.A. metrosexual.

Every other word out of his mouth was a swear word. If there was a bump in the night or a good EVP (Electric Voice Phenomena) he exclaimed "Holy bleep! What the bleep was that? Oh my bleeping God! That was frickin' awesome!" Fratboys are now exploring the mysteries of life and death?

I wanted to wash o ut his filthy mouth with Palmolive dish detergent.

Is he a parapsychologist or just a bum on the street? Shouldn't a parapsychologist at least try to pull off a professional image?

Speaking of bums and sloppiness, the rest of his parapsychology team looked like rejects from a Sublime concert. They had beards, earrings, nose rings and tattoos (probably tribal and Cadillac tattoos) covering their arms and legs. How can I trust a team that looks like Limp Bizkit on crack?

What's most funny is that even the ghosts seem to have no respect for them. Don't forget that most of these people died before Kurt Cobain and reality television.

The EVPs seem to pick up voices that ask questions like: "Why don't you - static - wear a shirt and tie you - static - bum?" Or "Geez, why don't you - static - have enough respect - static - for the dead to - static - cover up your ugly - static - tattoos?"