My t.v. hates me.

So, I've got this t.v. that doesn't work...or should I say didn't work at times. We would often have to hit it to make the picture come through clearly....I called t.v. repair guy to fix it because I was getting tired of hitting it...and tired of hearing my wife complaining about it. The t.v. guy had this fucking t.v. for a week and he tells me that he's returning it to me tonight because he doesn't see anything wrong with it. Meanwhile, my other t.v. that I set up in its leave has been working great. I think that if this t.v. starts to go crazy again, I'm going to put it in the street and take a baseball bat and beat the living shit out of it and then leave it there, that way I'll feel good when I drive by it everyday and if I have a bad day I can beat the shit out of it some more....consider this a warning t.v.
On another note, this t.v. repair guy is over an hour late. I'm considering kicking him in the nuts after he drops off the t.v.