‹(•¿•)› In the 2005th year of our Lord, in the false belief, that man is basically good, Hollywood embarks upon a reality show to end all reality shows. We are good, or so they tell us.. And while the more dedicated fight the fight of the righteous, America sleeps with the Hiltons. Paris and her cute companion, sell fashion and a new canine to the gullible. Yes, I say yes.. I just must have that adorable snorting Chihuahua. In episode 1, Paris and her sidekick Chuffles, escape for fashion escapades to rural America. Sport is made of the locals, but not to worry, we will get our fill of the often used, Paris half-smile… that Da Vinci-esque come hither. And we come. As all men must. Meanwhile, as Mother Cory kneads her cornbread, the devout lay out their plans to devour McDonaldland. We are watching and waiting, but all we see is a shadow, a shadow in the corner. C.F.