This Ain’t Aruba, Bitch

I generally resist the urge to talk about “The Wire” online, mainly because I’m liable to turn into a squealing fanboy in an instant, even with confronted with facets of the show that obviously beg criticism (such as its treatment of women).  And what kind of internet demagogue would I be without my cheap veneer of above-it-all pseudo-intellectualism?  Plus, those offensively cheesy Slate dialogues are enough to turn anyone off writing about this show.  But we’re in the run-up to the final episode, so here goes nothing (Note: we’re going to talk about Season 5, here, so be warned). 

 

Pour a 40 on the Curb for William F. Buckley

 Though American conservatism would’ve been better off following cordial, Eisenhower-style detente rather than Buckley-style scorched-earth polarization; he still represents a more thoughtful, self-realized strain than his mouth-breathing neo-con progeny.  So tip your drink both to the man, *and* to the fact that you’ve outlived the fucker. Here at “Reading Too Much Into It,” we always honor the thoughtful, no matter how far down any particular rabbit hole they go.