The Red Mass

Thankfully, Sorkin is gone and Season Five is a write-off. This will make catching up on The West Wing a more manageable task. Ultimately, I watch the show for the Josh-Donna stuff. More specifically, Josh. He gets to say shit like this:

What does this remind you of? “I believe in hope, not fear.” “I’m a leader, not a politician.”
“It’s time for an American leader.” “America’s earned a change.” “I before ‘E’ except after ‘C’!”
It’s the fortune-cookie candidacy! . . . When the President’s got
an embassy surrounded in Haiti, or a keyhole photograph of a heavy water reactor, or any of the
fifty life-and-death matters that walk across his desk every day, I don’t know if he’s thinking
about Immanuel Kant or not. I doubt it, but if he does, I am comforted at least in my certainty
that he is doing his best to reach for all of it and not just the McNuggets.

The Red Mass, S4E04

If only the real White House were run with such intellectual vigour. This show is a placebo for those who sleep easier pretending it is.