The correct origins of the banjo are dealt with within the first 30 minutes. Actually, the cross-cultural influences on country music make up most of the first hour, though there are creeping indications throughout of the gradual white supremacist takeover of country music during the 1910s, 1920s, and 1930s. …

Garth’s giant head is front and center in the very first minutes of the series, I’m afraid.

Jesus Fucking Christ, I can’t believe I’ve forgotten about this.

Oh, my God. It’s like his parents wanted him to be an asshole.

Judy Parfitt is amazing as Vera Donovan. The fact that she didn’t get nominated for any awards is a crime.

Why? What’s the point?  It feels like there are going to be another 3000 of these goddamned things between now and the Iowa caucuses, anyway.

A Black Lady Sketch Show is absolutely brilliant, and “Black Lady Courtroom” is probably the pinnacle of the first season (though “Basic Ball” and “On My Own: The Musical” come close).

Don’t forget Dolores Claiborne.

Yeah, but at least the Taoiseach gets to go home to that snack of a partner he’s got.  Woof.

Who is “AB de PJ”?

You had me at “fart pillow.”

...otherwise, we’ll revoke their toaster.

I’ve known plenty, in both Chicago and New York, and this is exactly it. (Though I should note that many of those plenty are beneficiaries of substantial family fortunes, as well, so they don’t have to worry about what their bosses think about them.)

I agree, though I’m not looking forward to losing my job for the fourth time thanks to yet another Republican recession.

I’m trying to figure out how a guy from Queens named “Max Misch” ended up as a white supremacist.  In Vermont.

She was always crazy.  Period.

If Bette Davis says you’re insufferable, YOU’RE FUCKING INSUFFERABLE.

Fuck that: Kissinger.

Connolly probably looks a little too brown for any of his Republican colleagues to pay attention to him anyway.