{Bob Harris had a post at Tom Tomorrow's about CSI the cop show. And he mentioned Bobcat Goldthwaite being in an episode he(Harris) wrote, tonight. I never watch TV anymore. But my mom fell down tonight and went to bed early. So I watched it. These are my observations:

There was a commercial for what looked like a Carl's Junior or something that had a Bob Dylan song? Or a soundalike. And right after that was something equally jarring I don't remember what and then the in-between shuffle during the commercials I hit the VH1 awards and they made a joke about Barbra Streisand. There was Saturn commercial where there was all these people pretending to be moving around as though they were on foot but onthe highways and byways incar positions. That was incredibly depressing to see. The main dude on CSI looks like that little man from the Most Wanted crime-porn show. The women on CSI are attractive and 'real' looking in that they aren't models exactly but they seemed mighty thin, the female lead is really attractive and non-magaziny at the same time. There was a young black cop, with sproingy dreaditos, which I guess signifies that he's not a Republican. Gilbert Gottfried was there. I'm channeling Wesley Willis as I right this. I thought Goldthwaite was Paul Krassner until I realized I hadn't seen Goldthwaite yet and the show was half over. There was a side plot about an insurance murder. The guy bought himself a Ferrarri. They took it away. They being the powerful forces of good as represented by the combined agencies of law enforcement and insurance. There was a male sub-lead who had that Aryan supremacy jawline and the perfect physical presence of military training. He ripped a towel holder off the wall when the female lead couldn't. There was a 'Doc' character, in brighter times he'd probably have a flask of Jim Beam nearby, grizzled beard, not a sex object, the world-weary old guy. There was a surprising to me amount of corpse exhibiting. Including body cavity color shots. A woman's body, the wife of the insurance killer, was freakishly similar to two bodies it was my misfortune to view, once when I was too young to withstand the shock, and once when I was too near death myself. That was hard. But I'm pretty cold now, there isn't much left of that sensitive guy. I expect shock and that oh wait, let me get it lined up. Up in Oregon a year let's see, two years back, in a motel. The teletubbies. Propaganda warlocks. Dweebish experts at riposte and innuendo. Suck minds working for the forces of good. It was really awful. I'm always so alone when it happens. But it's better that way I think in the long run. I need to be cold-hearted now. I need to hate. Love only gets in the way. Ignorance with firepower is what did it in, if they ask, at the end there that's what it was. The fools had bigger guns than we did, and they won it all. And then didn't have anywhere to go with it, because they had no vision. I live constantly torn in half by that conflict. I want them to take it because they'll die from their own inability. But it means everything I love most about this place will die too. So much that was beautiful about being human is gone already though. Anyway those are the kind of thoughts I get from shows like that. I'm opposed in my heart and soul to the minds behind it, the morality behind it, I don't care if it was made especially for me or for the whole of America. It's evil and far more disgusting than all but the worst pornography. It elevates treachery and lies, after they've happened, when they're invisible. Because of course when there's no longer any reason to be treacherous there isn't any treachery, when there's no one important enough to lie to, there aren't any reasons to lie. I took so much damage it would have taken the last thirty years to heal, if I had had that time, but I didn't. It's over now. There's only one way through this, and in that this show was comforting to see. }
posted by Juke at 11:12 PM [edit]