Strikes and Things

Oh no, the writers are on strike! What will this country do with no one to write crappy lines for crappy shows. People will not be able to stare at the screen day after day, night after night, wondering if Phoebe will come out of the coma or if Jack and Fred will be able to cross the river to full of man eating fish to get to the Range Rover on the other side. You know, the vehicle that will take them to the border of Brazil so they can navigate the Amazon to the sea where they will hook up with the schooner that will take them across the Atlantic and get them one day closer to winning insignificant chase. Lewis Black called the TV a "Truth Machine" during one of his tirades about the news, if only those writers would go on strike, maybe we would get some kind of truth somewhere.

Speaking of Mr. Black, he would like to know when exactly the American economy got tied to Santa's Ass? If we don't by enough shit, starting at the beginning of the Christmas season (in July), on black Friday (the day after Thanksgiving) when we are all expected to go out at buy lots of shit, the talking heads will tell us that the economy is in the toilet and will never recover. He does a whole bit on Santa including a lengthy discussion on why we should elect Santa as the next President next November. Catch his Red White and Screwed tour if you can.