We're Pissed, We're Raging

Forced to give up the hope of another hour or so of sweet unconsciousness & get out of bed at the very crack of noon by squalling infants, leaf-blowers, & Nature's desire to purge the planet of its primary parasite (You, humanoids!) w/ heat, we find that the one reason to be "conscious" around noon, "Perry Mason," isn't even an especially interesting episode. (It's the one involving food poisoning at a bowling alley ["A cheap two-bit frame."] wherein Mike "Touch" Connors, pre-"Mannix," subs for Raymond Burr. We do learn that Perry has a "272" 'phone prefix, "27" as in "CRestview," meaning that Mason lives/lived in Beverly Hills. Huh.)

No hope of amusement elsewhere, as the President is moving his mouth on the telebision & spouting platitudes about Iraq & blah blah blah w/ American/Iranian (depends on which is closer at any given moment, we think) puppet Nouri al-Maliki.

No, we will not watch the lower-middle classes fighting over bullshit on any "Judge" show. And today's "Perry Mason" truly is lame. No body until half-an-hour into the show. More killing more often, damn it!!