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...that the episode where Vic shot one of his own in the face for being a spy sticks out like a booger. But that can also be explained away as the development of his character, too. Hence his response to Shane's internecine behavior when Shane offed Lem.
I can get on board with people who see Jack Bauer as all about fascist propaganda, but not Vic Mackey. No way. Vic Mackey would eat Hack Bauer for breakfast and fart little Keiffer's all week long.
Vic Mackey is pretty real, if surreal in his stamina. But I've seen real people put forth surreal efforts in their work, so I can believe that Vic Mackey's level of focus, drive, intelligence and raw cunning exist somewhere in law enforcement.
But Jack Bauer's character is so obviously scripted out of the Whitehouse it's not even funny. Anymore.
I wonder what Jack Bauer would do if he suddenly realized that the black box from the doomed Pentagon airliner was 230 feet higher than the Pentagon itself at the time of impact? Or if it's not physically possible for two 110 story buildings to pancake in on themselves so that all of their steel pillars ended up in neat, 30 foot or less chunks of scrap metal headed for China? Hmmm? Would Jack be willing to take out a President from the other team the way the other team so enthusiastically took out the President from the Progressive camp?
Jack Bauer is "Puffy the Brownskin-People Slayer." How Donald tolerates this kid's work anymore is beyond me. It is whoring on a scale that boggles the mind of any feeling human being.
...ah yo'sef, Jethro.
Spoken Words: "You are f*king moron who thinks he knows more than anyone about nothing!"
Translation of an evolved soul: "I am frightened to death that the world I see is truly as meaningless as you make it sound. I think I see so much more than bitter dregs, but is it possible that I could be so deluded?"
The response of my higher self: "Don't be afraid, little brother. Out of the Emptiness springs all life and all hope. You may think yourself a pig before my pearls, but verily I say unto you: not one hair on your head goes uncounted by your heavenly Father."
My response: This was never about Eric Schaeffer or my lack of a life. This was about beating up on sick people and the sick people who indulge this compulsion.
The Funhouse is full of mirrors. Let the healed heal the sick and leave them to their holy work. Don't burst into the OR, see a chest cracked open and blood everywhere and pronounce modern medicine a sheer debauched butchery.
Your crime is ignorance. Your penalty, among the most cruel. You get to live with yourself, ungilded, surrounded by the beguiled.
TV can make anything exciting seem pallid. Everyone thinks that the ticket sales of a freak of nature like Kobe Bryant can generate championships. Not so. But don't blame the Spurs because the media doesn't know how to represent solid teamwork in an exciting way.
Consistency will always be boring whether it is winning or losing. But don't for a second confuse consistent winning performance with boredom.
Unless you're a loser.