I live next door to the most annoying couple in the world. You may have neighbors you don’t get along with or neighbors that you have no use for, or neighbors with yapping dogs, or undisciplined children, or unkempt lawns. But I assure you, they can’t hold a candle to the Fergusons. What makes the Fergusons such bad neighbors? The Fergusons don’t have television.

No, they’re not Amish. No, they are not living off the grid. No, they are not part of some bizarre behavioral experiment; they are not punishing their children, they are just pretentious snobs who think they are better than everyone else just because they don’t have television.

Oh, they have a TV set and they watch movies on DVD, but they refuse to hook the thing up to cable or even an over-the-air-network. So what’s the problem? Why do I care? It’s their business, live and let live. The problem is they rub my face in it, they bring it up every chance they get.

“Aren’t you sick of all the negative campaign ads,” I might say when we see each other in the driveway.

“No,” he says cheerfully, “We haven’t seen any campaign commercials. Remember, we don’t have TV.”