All a matter of perspective,
Towers, targets, their objective,
Date, location at a glance,
In the know, outside the trance.

A common pattern I admit,
Place and time they seem to fit,
As dots do force convergence,
Antique seems our insurgence.

(pictured above: an early WPIX test pattern, 1949-1976)

Dimmer every pigeon

Perception managers,
Behavioral consultants,
Family damagers,
Staging some repugnance,

Frontal lobe attack,
Numbing the incision,
Stilled our minds go slack,
Dimmer every pigeon.

Cooped within our station,
Under their submission,
Cooing as a nation,
Scripting their volition.