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March 28, 2024

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Slithering to cultural bottom on TV

Just when you thought reality television couldn’t get more bizarre, you have to think again. How about a star who handles poisonous snakes? He’s not a herpetologist dedicated to risking his life to advance medicine. To the contrary, he is probably the diametric opposite — one who eschews evolution for creationism and follows a Bible-oriented faith in which he employs rattlers, cottonmouths and copperheads in a mountain church.

It’s not a new way of life for some of those who occupy the rural hills and fertile fields of eastern Tennessee. Folks have been doing it there with varying degrees of success (which includes just surviving) for 100 years. What makes 22-year-old Andrew Hamblin different is that he has joined the “American Hoggers,” “Ice Truckers” and bearded mavens of “Duck Dynasty” in the cable world of offbeat and sometimes just plain weird.

What makes Hamblin’s show a bit different is the fact that “Snake Salvation” is the product of one of the most respected institutions in America, National Geographic, known for its global explorations in print and television.

That apparently hasn’t much impressed Tennessee authorities, who have charged Hamblin with keeping dozens of the deadly vipers in a room for routine touching during services at his Tabernacle Church of God (the trick is to keep them from touching you).

Hamblin has pleaded not guilty, and his followers complain that it is a contravention of their religious freedom.

The harrowing practice does seem to run counter to a Supreme Court ruling that the state has the right to protect its citizens by banning creatures of this sort except in zoos. But Hamblin contends that the zoo exception should apply to religious practitioners.

Tennessee is a place where religious fundamentalism always has thrived. Consider the still-controversial confrontation that took place in the same neighborhood early in the past century when a school teacher, John Scopes, was fired for exposing his class to Darwinism. The so-called Monkey Trial brought together such celebrated antagonists as William Jennings Bryan, a three-time presidential nominee, and legal giant Clarence Darrow, who battled over evolution vs. creationism under the watchful eye of the world’s press, including H.L. Mencken, the caustic, iconoclastic wonder of the Baltimore Sun.

While no one expects the current debate to reach that decibel, the presence of “NatGeo” and the contested room full of nasty critters that probably would just as soon not be there is enough to make the alligator wrestlers, wild boar hunters and viewers of cable television take notice.

Channels that once set out with the loftiest intentions of bringing arts and entertainment to the great unwashed seem to have pandered to more basic instincts by producing endless hours of junk hunters, storage space speculators, gold seekers and even moonshiners doing their things. Why? It’s essentially because these programs are inexpensive to put together. A camera man, narrator and little script to force retakes keep the cost much lower than regular television reality programs based on unrecognized talent in more aesthetic endeavors like singing or dancing.

Seemingly common among those who participate in the outdoor exercises for instant fame and fortune — whether they are cutting trees or prying open storage bins or handling snakes — are physical and language characteristics one might expect in these situations.

And although the more arduous endeavors like driving a truck over icy roads, manipulating heavy equipment or fishing for king crab off Alaska are conducted with some degree of peril to the “performers,” none appears more chilling than watching a preacher play with a 6-foot rattlesnake while exhorting his congregants on the ways of following God.

Why this becomes fare for entertaining the masses is relatively clear. It’s the same reason motorists slow down to view an accident, we are fascinated by the ugliness of ants attacking a tarantula, or one enters a carnival tent to see a 500-pound, tattooed lady with a beard.

The other day I ran into a show called “The Governor’s Wife,” a pitiful exhibition of the ups and downs of a marriage between a 30-something beauty and former Louisiana governor and ex-convict Edwin Edwards, an octogenarian who apparently doesn’t know it. The show includes her stepdaughters, his children from an obviously former marriage who are in their 60s. The wife is now pregnant.

Hallelujah, brother! So what’s next? How about tryouts for the lead in a musical about Terri Schiavo?

Dan Thomasson is a longtime Washington journalist and former vice president of Scripps Howard Newspapers.

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