Employment requirements the past week have had me recertifying the skills to save lives and tie down crazy people, among other things.
And the usual parade of human silliness continues, but it's simply broader this week, not deeper. Certainly not funnier.
I'm sure I'll find a thing or three to give a damn about eventually, but right now feels like what it must be like to watch the 3000 auditions too horrible to get on the air for America's Got Talent, including all the people who can't carry a tune in a bucket, and the comedians who, in vaudevillian times would have got the hook in about 5 seconds.
Is it just me, or are other people wishing they'd re-boot Dexter, except this time, bring him back as the guy in charge of whacking everyone who'd exceeded their Warholian fifteen minutes of fame? The Kardashians: lock stock and barrel. Joy Behar. That whiny twit from Florida who wasn't at the school shooting, but is still trying to profit from not being there. And on and on.
If life's annoying twits starting falling in front of busses and subway trains as if they were people with dirt on the Clinton Family Crime Syndicate™, I think the trend would catch on.
Proposed theme song:
Blaring over shots of safes falling on people, a lead pipe crashing down on their heads, getting pushed under a bus, drop-kicked off a cliff, plowed in a crosswalk on a yellow light by a dark sedan, etc.
Remember, it's not really misanthropy if they've got it coming.