You ever get the feeling when watching a television show that the writers might as well have a Greek chorus descend at the end to announce the theme of the episode, just in case they haven’t yet gotten their message across? I had that feeling when watching Cold Case this past Sunday.
The story revolved around a teenage couple who found themselves pregnant. It’s 1988 and by the end of the school year the teenage dad will have been mowed down in a hit-and-run and the teenage mom will have tossed the baby in the trash. In 2005, the child — a healthy white newborn girl born under conditions that would have brought national media coverage and a legion of prospective adoptive parents who somehow was unadoptable and spent the past seventeen years in foster care — will be approached by someone claiming to have been her "real" dad. So the hunt is on for this guy and for whoever ran over the other young man seventeen years earlier.
In the process of solving the story we find that the couple first turned to a school nurse about the possibility of an abortion. Nurse Virtue turned out to be a pro-life wacko who believes in “punishing” anyone involved with abortion. On the side, she’s a promiscuous hypocrite who has been making time with a married math teacher whose marriage is in trouble because he and his wife cannot conceive children. No matter that a school nurse is statistically more likely to be willing to ferry the girl to Planned Parenthood than to run over those who provide or consider abortion. She’s a source for a few well-placed jabs at “nut job” anti-abortionists. The show will end by showing Nurse Virtue avidly reading a sexy romance novel.
We also find out that the teen mom was molested by the track coach. He pushes the teen dad to seek the abortion — and is even willing to provide the funds for the abortion — so that the kid will be free to pursue a track scholarship, but seventeen years later it is the track coach molester who has been stalking the teen girl he believes is his. Uhm, yeah.
To top it all, the killer turns out to be the math teacher whose hopes to adopt the baby were dashed when the teen dad told him that he could not bear to give up “his girls.” Enraged, the prospective adoptive parent ran down the “heroic” dad who “valiantly” decided to forego adoption for marriage and an instant family with a young woman whom he believed had been sleeping around and whose child might not be his.
So, where was the Greek chorus chanting “Abortion is our friend”? Maybe it wasn’t in the budget.
Immediately after this Very Special Episode of Cold Case was the opening night of CBS’s miniseries Pope John Paul II, which was advertised as papally blessed by Benedict XVI. That night’s episode was so incredibly good that I can’t wait for tonight’s conclusion and I would buy a DVD of the movie in a heartbeat. It certainly deserved a papal blessing.
One of my favorite parts of the movie, so far, was a vignette in that evening’s episode of a young Father Wojtyla counseling his students on the importance of sexual responsibility. The message he gave was completely and totally Catholic and amazing to hear on primetime network TV….
Especially considering the Coincidence of the Cold Case episode that preceded it.
Now I remember why I stopped watching that… stuff.
Michelle– it’s a good thing you missed the Law & Order: SVU episode about two weeks ago. I normally never watch it, but I was really bored folding laundry so I flipped it on.
I swear, they wrote the script straight from NARAL talking points. The episode featured: the evils of parental consent laws, the horrors of pharmacists not filling prescriptions, the evil manipulation of “fake abortion clinics,” and on and on and on. It was unbelievable. I’d almost wonder if Planned Parenthood wasn’t funding shows like this and Cold Case, except for the fact that most of the scriptwriters already are totally sold on the PP agenda and would do it for free…
I ran into this time and time again, and by now it should be no surprise to anyone. None at all. For years we would innocently tune in, looking for a moment of relaxation after a pressing day or a brief mental escape from my often whirling thoughts.
What I ran into was nothing of the sort. Scandal. Violence. Sexual perversion. And it didn’t even have to be a harmful show, per se. Just a really offensive commercial for a bad movie, upcoming sitcom, you name it. Time and time again I was left upset, discouraged, and sometimes just plain frustrated and angry.
So, we tossed it.
That’s right: we have not had a television for over a year now and could not be happier. Our home is more peaceful and we have more time to spend with each other. We read books and talk more. We PRAY more. The ousting of the TV monster has simply done wonders. Out of sight, out of mind.
“No TV?” you ask. Sure. What about sports? There’s always the radio, you can normally stream most good Pro and College games, video or audio, on the computer. Or sometimes we watch the Huskers at a friends house.
We watch streaming EWTN and the occasional DVD Movie or DVD classic series on the computer (to include the MacGyver series DVD collection, back when television was good) Our children are far less exposed to objectionable materiel as well – a HUGE plus.
Some folks just lock their TV up or put it outside of the main area. We just plain don’t have one, and it’s been wonderful.
BTW, Archbishop Sheen regularly called the Television the “tabernacle of satan.” Every home, Archbishop Sheen purported, was built one brick short. This is the brick that we need to throw through the television.
Michael Edwards:
We tossed ours soon after 9-11, when our then three year old started building lego towers and crashing his planes into them.
We went over to a friend’s house to watch the Pope CBS movie. It was a party! Certainly more enjoyable for everyone than just watching it at home.
We do miss some programming, but we’ve lived.
In hearty agreement,
whimsy
Michael Edwards:
We still have our TV’s, but we don’t have cable. I also watch ewtn over the web, i thought I was the only one who did that.