The story of Duck Dynasty is so much more than a story about duck hunting.
The Robertsons are an oasis of hope in a vast desert of depravity. The American family as depicted on television is unrecognizable to many of us. Whether it's the raunchy, drunken idiots of the Jersey Shore, the sad exploitation of Honey Boo Boo or the gaudy materialism of the Real Housewives, very few families on television today are people you'd want your children around for more than a few minutes.
We may be entertained by Snooki's club-hopping exploits or the well-heeled catfights of Beverly Hills, but these aren't families we want to emulate. They aren't people we aspire to be. At least, I hope not.
The Robertsons are simple, hard-working, fun-loving people who put faith and family ahead of everything else. They give back to their community. Their kids say please and thank you. They don't cuss, they don't scream at one another, they don't get drunk and arrested. And I've only seen Phil and Miss Kaye make out once. Believe it or not, they're still pretty fun to watch.
You don't have to be a hunter to appreciate their values, although knowing your way around a frog pond might help with a few things. But it's nice to know that every Wednesday night there's a family on television you can watch with your family. And I'm proud that we have a show -- The Cycle -- that sees the value in that. So thanks for indulging me, guys. The trip was incredibly special to me … I hope you enjoyed it, too.