The scene: a sports bar.
In one room, the crowd cheers wildly as steroid- and/or silicone-enhanced "wrestlers" pretend to battle for the "sports entertainment" championships. We dub one contender "Captain Emo"; when he loses, the snarky comment is that at least he'll have something to go home and cry about.
In the other room, the wall of TVs has a variety of options, whose collective intelligence level is uninspiring at best. Memorable shows include minor-league hockey, people attempting to simultaneously kill both themselves and the planet doing stunts on snowmobiles, ads for spectacularly mindless movies, and a documentary, complete with CG visuals, showing exactly what happens when one is punched in the groin. For variety, they compare the relative effects of a hockey stick vs. a baseball bat, vis-a-vis hitting someone in the face.
At some point we realized that we were getting a front-row seat to the decline of civilization. This then inspired us to watch Idiocracy, which was funny, but hit rather too close to home.