Guess What Exists?

Last night I saw a commercial that made me acutely, almost painfully aware that we are right in the middle of May sweeps, that time of year when network television pulls its stuntiest promotional stunts (A scratch-and-sniff episode of My Name Is Earl! Jimmy Kimmel Live–on a bus!).
But this commercial, for some interactive nightmare called National Bingo Night, was less like an advertisement for an upcoming, overblown game show, and more like a bright, flashing threat to hold America captive in some kind of seizure-inducing, sensory-pounding Bingo Thunderdome.