That absurd and ridiculous BBC Teletubbies looks more and more like real life every day.
You see, there are no derivatives in Teletubbyland.
There’s never any gang violence.
No drugs.
No suicides on TV.
No engineered world wars or engineered crises to lead to a tyrannical world government.
Not in Teletubbyland.
In Teletubbyland the sun always shines.
Everyone is happy.
Everyone has a home but nobody does any real work, like mining.
The rabbits nibble away at the grass.
Tinky Winky parades his red handbag with pride.
And everyone has some sort of telecommunication device, i.e. microchip, implanted into their bodies.
Mummy, what’s a derivative?
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