Don't Kill Me, John Gotti.

What in the fuck is this shit? Why the fuck is this on the air? Who gives a shit? I mean, if they're not gonna whack some goombah or give some fucker an Italian Neck-Tie, I really don't wanna see it. The entire English speaking Italian community (and those fuckers who have people explain this shit to them) must be freaking out. Every single Italian on this show is a walking fucking stereotype for 'wop'. The kids, oh christ, the kids. There's Carmine, Frankie and Johnnie. Tree good Italian kids.

Dumber than stumps. I mean, you leave a stump alone, it might maybe grow back into a tree.

Not these kids. They are morons. I cannot believe Victoria hasn't put a hit out on 'em. I would. Shit, I bet the Pope on his Throne in Vatican City is just waiting for the chance to get one of his Holy Ninja Assassins out to drop some seriously terminal penance on their asses. I don't wanna even talk about the one kid's unhealthy fascination with hair gel. It's inhuman. One of the other fucktards sounds like that mumbly motherfucker from 'Fat Albert'. The other one is straight up looking to have his head slapped around for just general fucktardidness.

It's only saving grace is that, unlike other 'reality' shows, Growing Up Gotti is only half an hour long. Any longer than that and we could probably track the dwindling IQ of the nation via satellite. Do us all a favor, and yourself too, Victoria Gotti, and drop a dime on your kids. You're still in child-bearing years, drop another litter and keep 'em away from the capos and consiglieres. You'll find yourself better off.