Apparently any moron can create a new TV show by just following what is hot out right now. The most basic to find on any given evening are zany father who always gets himself into trouble, a dark hero, or a reality show. The only other option is to set things in the past, like the 70's or 80's. I believe that using all these elements all together would make the ultimate show. And now, the show of the century, the show to beat all other shows:

HOMER SIMPRANO: THE 2001 REALITY SHOW SLAYER

EPISODE ONE

- Scene One -

    We find a grease ball Homer standing in line at the new auditions for American Idol. Homer, determined to make sure his son and daughter duo, Bartucci and Liza, make it to the finals has plans to murder the competition if necessary to win.  As they wait for their turn in auditioning room in front of Simon, Paula, and the other guy, we hear some of the other competitors singing.  It is here that Homer begins his rage.

Milhouse: "Hey Bartucci, are you here for the competition too?"

Bartucci: "Kiss my ass."

Milhouse: "Don't have a cow man."

Homer: "Doh! You disrespecting my boy? Using his line? Do I need to put a hole in you like a donut? Mmmm...donut."

Milhouse: "No sir. Sorry sir. But that boy Ralphie (pointing to a chubby little boy in rubber pants) said your breathe smells like cat food."

Homer: "AHHHH! I'LL KILL HIM!" (Homer then takes his gun and puts six holes in little Ralphie's body.)

Ralphie: "Owie. Mister, bullets feel like burning."

Homer: "Just put your head down boy and go to sleep."

Ralphie: "Yeah! That's were I get to be a dead Viking."

- Scene Two -

    Bartucci and Liza have just finished the worst performance of Destiny's Child in the history of bad performances. Simon, Paula, and the other guy begin to give their reviews of the performance.

Paula: (Being in fear of Homer Simprano, to Bartucci and Liza) "I liked you style and your overall dance moves, I think if you work on it a bit more you could have something great."

The Other Guy: "Does it matter what I say? No one really knows who I am anyway. I am like a really fat Al Roper."

Simon: "Awful. Just plain awful. Those are three minutes that will haunt me the rest of my life. First off, you are yellow and two dimensional. Secondly, your hair looks like it was drawn by a two bit cartoonist. Thirdly, you have absolutely no musical talent what-so-ever. Awful."

Homer: "Doh! What did you just say to my children?"

Simon: "Do I stutter, fatty? Do I? I said they were awful. And you need to lose about 100 pounds. They were the worst pair ever...and I am not talking about your saggy man boobs."

Homer: "Doh! Do you know who you are talking to? I have a pair for you. A pair of cement boots! We'll see how much criticizing you do at the bottom of the ocean."

Simon: "Oh wow. How original. Cement boots. Like I haven't heard that in every mafia movie ever made. Boring."

Homer: "Doh! Oh yeah, douche bag, how bout I make you a brain omelet? Would you like that?"

Simon: "What the hell is a brain om..." (Homer pulls out his gun and shoots Simon square in the forehead. Simon's brain matter flies out the back of his head and onto the wall.)

Homer: "Now that is what I call a brain omelet. Mmmm...brain omelet."

On the Next Episode: Homer's wife, Margaroni, tries our for Survivor and Homer kills everyone.