Just when I think reality television cannot sink any lower, I see a preview for “Here Comes Honey Boo Boo.” The name alone proves me wrong.
It warms my heart to see an ignorant, stereotypical, southern family glorified.

When spoiled brat Alana Thompson showed her attitude on TLC’s, “Toddlers and Tiaras,” she and her family sparked a Honey Boo Boo phenomenon that does not seem to be leaving any time soon.

Now with their own prime time series, America cannot get enough of the Boo Boo clan.

It makes me wonder if the stars of the show realize that viewers are laughing at them, not with them.

With a pet pig named Glitzy, a dad who goes by the name Sugar Bear and use of the words “vajiggle jaggle” in everyday conversation, I do not see how anyone could take this family seriously.

Alana’s mother gives her special go-go juice to raise her energy for pageants.

Any one, including full grown adults, would be bouncing of the walls with this special juice, which is a mixture of Mountain Dew and Red Bull.

Instead of calling Child Protective Services, it seems that a television producer was phoned instead.

Now an irresponsible mother reaps financial benefits and fame for poor parenting.

What frightens me is the fact that they are not acting.

The Boo Boo’s are living out their reality in front of a camera crew that happens to be following them around.

Even though the editing is done in such a way to add an extreme element of stupidity, the stars of the show do not seem to need too much help in that department.

Jimmy Kimmel summed the show up best, saying, “It makes ‘Jersey Shore’ seem like ‘Downton Abbey.’”

I have yet to watch a full episode of “Here Comes Honey Boo Boo.”

I am ashamed to say I want to before the week is out. ­­­

As curiosity killed the cat, Honey Boo Boo kills intelligence. Am I willing to make this sacrifice for cheap entertainment?

Sadly, y­­es, at least once or twice.