Not that I should have been surprised. It was exactly the kind of thing my dad always deplored in American TV shows.
Shootings galore. Bodies littered everywhere. Frothy banter and romantic playfulness between characters who have just been shooting people dead.
“Good” triumphs over Bad with a grin and a joke – and only does so because it shoots better.
In the case of Magnum, the show and the sexy hero are even named after a particularly macho brand of hand-gun.
This is the kind of garbage by which America brainwashes its young. And, by exporting its glamour around the world, infects the rest of humanity too.
It’s what leads to the insanity of US gun law. The law which puts guns in the hands of disturbed individuals like Jason Dalton, the taxi-driver who went on a random killing spree through Kalamazoo at the weekend.
And it’s how America raises otherwise apparently intelligent people to believe that waving guns around the world is the right way to behave on the global stage.
It’s total madness. Unless you happen to be getting rich making and selling lurid TV shows. Or making and selling weapons.