I fucking love The West Wing

I do.

It’s true.

If you ask me, “Peter, what do you think of The West Wing?”

I’ll tell you, “Bitch, I fucking love The West Wing.”

Then you’ll be all, “Bitch?”

And I’ll be all, “I get amped up…”

“I didn’t like that, Peter.”

“I’m sorry.  I know it was rude.  It’ll never happen again.”

“It was uncalled for.”

“Bitch, I apologized!”

It’s come to my attention that I’m not the only person in Bloggerdale that fucking loves The West Wing.

There’s my long-time blog friend and arch-enemy.

There’s a new blog discovery of mine.

And there’s a blogger for whom half of her name is a lie.

I’m at the point now, I think, where a woman not liking The West Wing is a deal breaker.

Perhaps I could make an exception if she’s never seen it before.  Maybe.  But only if she is willing to rectify that in a reasonable time period — and buy me a present.

Watching it and feeling that she “just didn’t enjoy it” is bad bananas.

Calling it “a liberal’s wet dream” is a complete no go.  I’m looking at YOU, Peggy Noonan.  You ain’t getting none of this.  [Please note that Peter held forefingers on either side of himself and moved them up and down to demonstrate what "this" is.]

I kind of want to be Sam Seaborn (Rob Lowe’s character for you Philistines) when I grow up.  Because I secretly want to be a speech writer, and NOT because I want to accidentally sleep with a high class call girl.  I mean, I did it once and I don’t see what the fuss was about.  I didn’t know the meter was running.  So I  was a bit confused when her “travel alarm clock” reached 1475.50 and the sun hadn’t come up yet.

(That “joke” was much funnier in my head.)

(“much” is a an exaggeration.)

(I fucking love parentheses.)

I could go on and on about the best episodes and lines.  I could talk about the moments that were so perfectly sad that it makes them hard to re-watch.  I could mention how at points the combination of writing and acting was almost too good for TV.

But I won’t.

Partly because I think you should find out for yourself. And partly because I don’t want to overload your ADD-having asses with links when I really want you to make sure to click on the “a speech writer” link above.

In conclusion, if you don’t like The West Wing, you suck.

Love,
Peter

- ps I almost forgot another long-time blog friend and lover of The West Wing.

-pps Since I stopped writing about sports, I don’t have many male blog friends any more.