Well…in fairness, I'm gonna say Vito was the straw that broke the camel's (kneecap?) back. Finn seemed pretty fucking traumatized by watching the beatdown…but he probably convinced himself that at least his own safety was assured by his place in the family. That is, until Vito suggests otherwise…while adding the…

Yes! I cannot believe I never noticed that timing before. The timing of the engagement was pretty obvious, but I had not considered the timing of the break-up. Great catch!

I'm not so sure it was as much a question of intimidation. Remember, Tony was taking legal advice he had once gotten from…was it Al Sappinsley (sp?)? He assured Tony all he had to do was consult with them.

I guess that depends on whether the aversion is based on aesthetics or on a deep personal discomfort…whether the nature of the revulsion would be the exact same with two attractive men.

Kevin Finnerty, anyone?

Ugh! Don't get me started on Valentina. A bad idea meets atrocious acting and the result is time-wasting redundancy.

Yes! Great observation. I am in the minority in so far as I found the whole tangent to be fascinating. Plus, I really feared for Vito in the face of these attitudes that remain impervious to the social progression of the outside world. Having said that, my main problem, my reason for not totally climbing aboard, is…

Plus, Phil was being goaded by the people around him, especially his shrewish hypocrite of a wife.

First off, people would be using the word 'disgusting' to describe ANY sex involving a guy who looks like Vito. Wouldn't people have said the same thing about say, Ginny and Johnny Sac getting it on? Hesh and his woman? Watching any one or two people you don't find physically appealing would elicit that response. God…

Dee screeching "Look! There's candy falling from his pocket!" And then Mac's grunts of failure with each unsuccessful attempt to rip off his greasy wifebeater.

What really puts it over the top as Worst Song Ever was the spirit-curdling, unspoken equation put forth…namely that Jefferson Airplane was to Starship what 1967 was to 1985.

I concur. My first thought when I saw her picture was she seems like a really sweet, fun lady. And many kudos for coming back to her dream later in life and making such a memorable career of it. If that's not inspiration for late-bloomers everywhere…especially given some of the truly awesome work she's done.

She wouldn't have that ukulele if she didn't want someone to smash her in the fucking face with it.

Another one whose feeble mind snapped on 9-11.

If he's searching for his head it's in his a-hole. Hee!

To reply to the questions as to why King's character waited so long, well, there are several reasons. All I'll say though **[NOT REALLY SPOILER THOUGH YOU'VE BEEN WARNED] is that he wasn't certain about the 'lone gunman' thing to a high enough degree to just shoot Oswald in 1958 and then walk away.

Bottom line: A world without the Nesmith clan is an unrecognizable world indeed. Seriously…No Gore Vidal or Boutros Boutros Ghali and the earth is more or less the same. No Nesmiths though? Very different world.

Eminently listenable pop song now and forever. Love it!

So Marcia, how did you make out with Davey Jones?

I credit the Monkees for hipping me to Tim Buckley and later, by extension, Jeff Buckley. It could not have been easy shoving Buckley and Zappa down the network's throat, final episodes or no. One of a number of reasons I've always personally given the Monkees artistic credibility.