The Spookiest Man in the World?
I still don’t understand why this dude was able to skate after lying to Congress.
But when former spooks keep warning us that the intelligence community is spying on all of us … makes you wonder if Teflon James Clapper might have dirt on everyone in D.C.
It’s hard to prosecute a guy who knows what you’ve been up to in the bedroom.
Most Recent Word that the Media Loves to Use:
I keep hearing that the Age of the Robots has arrived. There are stories about robots on the roads, robots in the service industry, robots in the sky, etc. But when I go to the grocery store or drive around the city, I never see any robots.
I must live in a bad neighborhood.
I got hooked on American Crime last year, but I’m not sure if I can make it through another season. I doubt that there is a drama on television that is more relentlessly depressing than this show.
Want to know what it’s like to be a teenage prostitute? How about an illegal alien working the fields? Or a low-income social worker desperate to have a baby? Want to die in a burning trailer? All of this is from just the first three episodes this season.
Also, I believe the show should be renamed American Close-up. The camera is routinely placed six inches from each actor’s face and then just sits there.
I finally found a sitcom that makes me laugh out loud – something I haven’t done since Curb Your Enthusiasm.
I keep extolling the virtues of Schitt’s Creek, because when no one knows your show exists, your show isn’t long for this world.
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