Usually I would not waste my readers' time writing about a TV "comedy" show, but since this we were told that this one has a "real Sikh" in it, I thought perhaps it might be worth at least checking out. OK, there is a "real Sikh." At least he looks like a Sikh. Here is a little quiz. I took a few screenshots of this "comedy." In each of the pictures below, is The Sikh. Find him, if you can! Some are very easy; some are more difficult. Answers below. (Yes, I know the pictures extend into the sidebar, but there was no other way to get the pictures big enough to actually see him. I promise, he's still visible in each picture.)
I rarely watch TV comedies because I find them a bit depressing. My expectations of this show were very low; the show itself was worse. Just to focus on the Sikh character. He made a few minor appearances, spoke no lines and each time was glowering, glaring, angry, a bit scary, even to me. Even the "Kiss me, I'm Irish"t-shirt didn't help. Of course, he had some cause; the lead character joshing about his turban isn't a very good start. I recommend that all Khaliblog readers watch this show once just to see how drearily dismal this thing is.. I have read an on line review of this show, which I am in complete agreement with, although the author might have used less profane language. The Eight Most Racist Jokes from the Outsourced Pilot. Pity me. To get these screenshots I had to watch the whole dreary thing very closely. Finding Mr. Singh wasn't always easy.
I would call this show a real dog, except I see no reason to insult our canine friends and companions. It bears no resemblance to any animal. It is simply gross, insulting and stupid.
If you'd like to waste a half hour while being insulted, the episode can be seen at http://www.nbc.com/outsourced/video/pilot/1251026 at least in the USA. On second thought, you'd be better off doing some naam-jap, though.
Here's the answer sheet.
Kiss me I'm Irish?
What on earth was SALDEF - a great organisation - thinking when they gave the OK to this drivel?
Gentlemen may cry, Peace, Peace--but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!
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25 September 2010
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