Thu, 20 Oct 2005
Frontline
Frontline. Uggh. The name alone is enough to cause me to stop and think "something may not be right". The show starts and I hear the narrator's voice come on. Uggh. His voice causes fear. I hear his voice and pee the floor like that kid does when he hears Gary Sinise's voice in Ransom. Actually, that kid could've just been scared of the nutty Gibson. . .
Anyway, you get my point. It's an intense show. I never intend to watch it, but somehow I'm flipping channels and I hear that voice.. . . And . . I . . can't . . . stop . . . watching . . .
Tuesday's episode was The Torture Question. The first ten minutes were enough to cause me to get an ulcer. By the fifteenth minute I was taking pepcid and stealing anti-depressants from the volvo-driving neighbors. Minute 20 found me on the floor in the fetal position drinking bourbon, popping pepcid, eating welbutrin like they're skittles and rocking myself back and forth while my arms are folded across my chest. By the end of the show I'm stunned and I am wondering how Rumsfeld, Wolfowitz, John Yoo, Alberto Gonzales, Michael Scheuer, Col Pappas, Gen Sanchez and Gen Miller aren't in prison.
Use the links and watch the show online. Maybe I'm wrong. But we should be doing something about this. We're supposed to be the good guys. "Honor Bound. Defend Liberty." isn't just a slogan . . . .
Frontline and Veronica Mars. What an odd TV life I live. . . ahh, the wellbutrin's kicking in right about now. . .I gotta stop watching that show (no, not Veronica).
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