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The next time you bitch and moan about your kid’s love of Barney or The Wiggles, treat yourself to this Instant Dose Of Perspective. Watching a creepy middle aged Mom Jeans-wearin’ Michael Landon-coiffed man doing yoga while being ogled by a guy in a rooster suit…yes, it could be much, much worse. (Your kid’s taste in TV, that is. I don’t see how Yogi Okey Dokey could possibly be any more horrific. Unless a Human Centipede was involved.)