Classic Postmodern PBS-think

So I tune to PBS for this wildlife film on eagles. Great birds, eagles. Splendid birds. Majestic birds. Birds of prey and born killers. During the course of the hour-long film, however, with the exception of a few hapless fish, there wasn't so much as a single scene showing an eagle nailing its prey. Oh, there was lots of gliding, soaring, stooping, and terminal swoops to the attack. But the camera somehow never managed to capture the eagle doing what it does most elegantly: grabbing and killing.

Well, perhaps, the wildlife photographer was ham-handed. Or slow on the trigger. Or just plain lazy. Or perhaps it was simply the case that the camera just happened to always be in the wrong position, or run out of film at the decisive moment.

Right. When pigs fly. It's just PBS being PBS, protecting our delicate sensibilities and the innocence of our children against beholding such raw, lethal violence, and forestalling any enmity against that noble bird that might be engendered by our witnessing it doing its brilliant, breathtaking equivalent of our picking up a piece of meat at the local supermarket.

Classic postmodern PBS-think.

And an insult as always.