I miss that show "I Shouldn't Be Alive".

I think it was on Discovery. Back when I was foolish enough to actually pay for TV, it was one of my all time faves, right up there with Mythbusters and Project Runway.

The poor bastards on “I Shouldn’t Be Alive” fell into two broad categories: the Daredevils and the Dipshits.

The Daredevils were the ones who climbed the dangerous mountain because it was there–and got into a world of shit. They kayaked the dangerous river. They tried to swim out to the distant island, just to see if they could do it.

I respected the Daredevils and hoped the rescue chopper got to them in time, which it always did because the show was called “I Shouldn’t Be Alive”, not “Fuck, I Am Dead”. The human race needs Daredevils.

The Dipshits were the ones going “Why would we need a cellphone?” or “Matches? Why take matches?” They didn’t think they’d need the map, so they left it back in the truck. It would be blizzarding out and they would be driving a Toyota Corolla, but they would still take the remote mountain pass because, hey, it was like 20 miles shorter.

Just as much as the human race needs Daredevils, it does not need Dipshits. Unfortunately, Dipshits far outnumber Daredevils. The Dipshits to Daredevils ratio is way out of whack. The show was called “I Shouldn’t Be Alive”, and in the case of the Dipshits, I couldn’t have agreed more.