Quiet Sunday curled up with the Treasure Who Steals. Were binge-watching House of Cards. I think its too slow and telegraphs all its moves, but he cant take his eyes off of it. So, when one episode ends, we start another one. While hes on the edge of the bed soaking in the intrigue, Im reading about Bulgaria. Did you know, I ask him, that in Bulgaria they nod for no and shake their head for yes? Its perverse, I tell him. Its worse than driving on the wrong side of the road. Its diplomatic madness. Hes unmoved. Did you know, I ask him, that theres an entire national park devoted to dancing bears that have been rescued from slavery? Every bear in the park used to have to dance for money in the street, but the practice is illegal now, and all the surviving bears have been given this beautiful preserve to live in. He licks his own bearlike paws and watches Kevin Spacey threaten the White House Chief of Staff. Why are you cheering for a psychopath? I ask him. Why do we hope murderous liars like this guy and the guy from Breaking Bad win? Is it because were also sinners and want to get away with it ourselves? Or is it because we think that nobody can be good, like truly good, and these shows just depict the truth? Maybe weve just accepted corruption as the norm. Maybe its like in Paradise Lost where Satan is super charming. Youre supposed to like him, and when you do, its admission that you dont deserve Gods love. Is Breaking Bad essentially religious? He yawns. Oh, shit, I tell him, the guy who did the voice of Shaggy died today. He was also the voice of Robin on the Superfriends. He doesnt care, so I do a Shaggy impression and grab him. Like, Im dead, man. Like, hey Ruggles, theyre gonna bury me, maann. This gets his attention. He runs into the kitchen to get away from me. I turn off the show.
Posted on: Mon, 16 Jun 2014 00:33:40 +0000