I am saddened a bit by the fact that last night NBC aired the series finale of what I believe is the funniest show on TV and one of the smartest, The Good Place. If it is a show that somehow escaped your eye for these past four seasons, then do yourself the favor of finding out where it is now streaming (because every show streams someplace, right) and get familiar with it. I shall miss it.
Speaking of things that I am preparing to miss, today is January's final act. If you need incontrovertible proof of the fact that there is no God, then consider that when January yields the stage to February this year, instead of twenty-eight days of February we shall have to endure twenty-nine. If an extra day on the calendar was needed once every four years (and I appreciate why it is needed), then could we not have added it to July? At least in the Northern Hemisphere. Who the f*ck ever uttered aloud, "I need more February"? My birthday is in February and I cannot stand the month - even in its abridged version. The only thing more useless than more February is more cowbell...but that is a rant for another day.
Today may bring the end to the trial of DJT in the Senate. Spoiler alert: An acquittal is coming. It sickens me that American politics has become the most off-the-rails reality television show ever. As a lawyer, I was reminded again this week that every time I resign myself to thinking that Rudolph Giuliani is the poster boy for the "Why People Hate Lawyers" campaign, Alan Dershowitz shows up and demands that tells America's Mayor hold his beer. Both of these two soulless frauds would be well-served to follow the teachings of the great American philosopher Carl Fox...
...although I suspect that, much like Bud Fox, they will choose to ignore Carl's wisdom pearls at their peril - and ours.
It is, after all, a sign of our times.
-AK
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