The show I could take or leave, but that theme song is like the audio equivalent of a twelve-car-pileup. I can't take my ears off it. I'll drop anything I'm doing, wherever I am in the house, to come listen to that theme. It's hypnotically awful. It's like a whole new level of suck. Only a higher intelligence on the order of the Greys, the disembodied spirit of DeForrest Kelley, or perhaps God Himself could achieve a level of suckiness that this song has pulled off. (Incidentally, it begs the question: Could God create a song so sucky that even He couldn't listen to it?)
A mere basic cable television program is too minor a venue for a song so important. Too many questions are raised by it's very existence for Mankind to ignore. Like the alien signal in Carl Sagan's Contact, it deserves to be studied by a blue ribbon select panel of musicologists, physicists, cosmologists, the cast of "What's Happening", ethnobiologists, chiropractors, crackpot televangelists, assorted former members of the Manson Family, the Wu-Tang Clan, and Dr. Joyce Brothers. The future of our race may depend on it.